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While sages prate and courts debate,
The same stars set and shine; And the world as it rolled through Twenty-Eight,
Must roll through Twenty-Nine.
Some King will come, in Heaven's good time,
To the tomb his father came to; Some Thief will wade through blood and crime
To a crown he has no claim to;
The manacles that bound her ;
To fasten them proudly round her;
And combat and combine ;
We shall be in Twenty-Nine.
O'Connell will toil to raise the Rent,
And Kenyon to sink the Nation;
And Peel the Association ;
Will make ex-Chancellors merry;
And throats in the County of Kerry;
On the Cabinet's design;
It will do in Twenty-Nine.
And the Goddess of Love will keep her smiles,
And the God of Cups his orgies ;
And weddings in St. George's; And mendicants will sup like Kings,
And Lords will swear like lacqueys; And black eyes oft will lead to rings,
And rings will lead to black eyes;
In a dialect all divine ;
They will part in Twenty-Nine.
My uncle will swathe his gouty limbs,
And talk of his oils and blubbers;
And rather longer rubbers;
How utterly ruined Trade is :
With half a hundred ladies ;
And his thirst from Bordeaux wine : 1.,.,
'Twill be redder in Twenty-Nine..
And oh! I shall find how, day by day,
All thoughts and things look older; *How the laugh of Pleasure grows less gay,
And the heart of Friendship colder;
But still I shall be what I have been,
Sworn foe to Lady Reason,
And fond of talking treason ;
And throw and write my line;
I shall worship in Twenty-Nine.
HOW SHALL I WOO HER?
L'on n'aime bien qu'une seule fois : c'est la premiere.
How shall I woo her ?-I will stand
Beside her when she sings;
Flit o'er the quivering strings :
Though sweet her song may be,
Was more than song to me!
How shall I woo her ?-I will gaze,
In sad and silent trance,
Look love in every glance;
Though bright her own may beam,
Upon me in my dream.
How shall I woo her ?-I will try
The charms of olden time,
And rave in prose and rhyme;-
My knee in other years, I was not half so eloquent,
I could not speak for tears!
How shall I woo her?-I will bow · Before the holy shrine ; And pray the prayer, and vow the vow,
And press her lips to mine; And I will tell her, when she parts
From passion's thrilling kiss, That memory to many hearts
Is dearer far than bliss.
Away! away! the chords are mute,
The bond is rent in twain ;
Nor clasp those links again;
Love's perjury is light sin;
What have they left to win?