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SAXON BARD AND MILESIAN SCHOLIAST.
“This elegant rose, had I shaken it less,
Might have bloomed with its owner a while, And the tear that is wiped with a little address
May be followed, perhaps, by a smile."
For roses and tears, though not like in themselves,
Agree in one point, we all know:
And tears, well dried up, cease to flow;
And sooner or later, the smile 's sure to come
That chequers this valley of woe; ;
Of a gingerly pulled rose the blow.
HOUSE OF CARDS.
"The wind has blown down my house of cards,
Alas, and alack-a-day!"
To his spectacled grandmother say.
“What matter? what matter ?” old grandmother cried,
As she laid her green spectacles down, “Thou hast nothing to do but to build up another;
See, there are thy cards every one.”
And so says the poet: Thou grown-up child,
When the wind blows thy house of cards down, Thou hast nothing to do but to build up another;
See, there are thy cards every one.
For one house of cards is as good as another,
It 's the building each up is the fun;
Thou canst not, else wert thou undone.
No hand but mine these verses made;
Or ill interpreted thy song.
“SPEECH is God's gift to enable Man to hide
This once, this only once in all his life.
As once I walked contemplative
In dirty Dublin street,
A lounging friend to meet;
He asked me how I was, and I
Said, I was very well,
He was himself, to tell:
"I do not know, I cannot say,”
My friend, he answered me,
In that we all agree."
“Yes, to be sure," said I, and bowed,
And went upon my way;
"How do ?” think of that day,
And wish so wise were all my friends,
And I myself so wise,
As idle, vain replies.
Show me the man that how he is,
Or how he is not, knows;
Its native hill-side flows.
Walking from BEILSTEIN to HETMRIED (WÜRTTEMBERG), July 22, 1861.
BELINDA from the glass turns wroth away,
“Ha! false glass,” Belinda cries,
My too faithful book and true.