Then the other members said: "Gott im Himmel! what a head!" But they marvelled when his speeches they listened to or read; And presently they cried: "There must be heaps inside. Of the smooth and shiny cranium his constituents deride!" Well, when at last he up 'nd died-long past his ninetieth yearThe strangest and the most lugubrious funeral he had, For women came in multitudes to weep upon his bier The men all wond'ring why on earth the women had gone mad! And this wonderment increased Till the sympathetic priest Inquired of those same ladies: "Why this fuss about deceased?" Whereupon were they appalled, For, as one, those women squalled: "We doted on deceased for being bald-bald-bald!" He was bald because his genius burnt that shock of hair away (With a precedent in Ben), The women-folk have been in love with us bald-headed men! THE DREAMS Two dreams came down to earth one night One was a dream of the old, old days, And one was a dream of the new. One was a dream of a shady lane Where the willows and rushes bowed themselves THE DREAMS And the people that peopled the old-time dream And the dreamer he walked with them again Oh, cool was the wind in the shady lane That tangled his curly hair! Oh, sweet was the music the robins made Was it the dew the dream had brought Or was it tears from the dear, dead years The other dream ran fast and free, For 't was a dream of times to come- Of the summer that follows the careless spring And 't was a dream of the busy world It breathed no breath of the dear old home It gave no glimpse of the good old friends But 't was a dream of youthful hopes, And fast and free it ran, And it told to a little sleeping child Of a boy become a man! 157 These were the dreams that came one night These were the dreams two dreamers dreamed- And in our hearts my boy and I Were glad that it was so; He loved to dream of days to come, So from our dreams my boy and I But neither of his precious dream. Yet of the love we bore those dreams Gave each his tender sign; For there was triumph in his eyes— And there were tears in mine! IN NEW ORLEANS "TWAS in the Crescent City not long ago befell No lyric pitched in vaunting key, but just a requiem Let critic folk the poet's use of vulgar slang upbraid, But, when I'm speaking by the card, I call a spade a spade; And I, who have been touched of that same mania, myself, Am well aware that, when it comes to parting with his pelf, The curio collector is so blindly lost in sin That he doesn't spend his money-he simply blows it in! IN NEW ORLEANS In Royal street (near Conti) there's a lovely curio-shop, I spied a pewter tankard there, and, my! it was a gem— Three quaint Bohemian bottles, too, of yellow and of green, A lovely, hideous platter wreathed about with pink and rose, 159 With twenty dollars, one who is a prudent man, indeed, These and ten thousand other spectres harrow and condemn Oh, mean advantage conscience takes (and one that I abhor!) Ah me! now that the deed is done, how penitent I am! I was a roaring lion-behold a bleating lamb! I've packed and shipped those precious things to that more pre cious wife Who shares with our sweet babes the strange vicissitudes of life, While he who, in his folly, gave up his store of wealth Is far away, and means to keep his distance-for his health! MY PLAYMATES THE wind comes whispering to me of the country green and cool- It brings me soothing fancies of the homestead on the hill, What has become of Ezra Marsh, who lived on Baker's hill? They do not answer to my call! My playmates-where are they? What has become of Levi and his little brother Joe, Who lived next door to where we lived some forty years ago? And Gracie Smith, the Cutler boys, Leander Snow, and all I'd like to see Bill Warner and the Conkey boys again O cottage 'neath the maples, have you seen those girls and boys That but a little while ago made, oh! such pleasant noise? O trees, and hills, and brooks, and lanes, and meadows, do you know Where I shall find my little friends of forty years ago? You see I'm old and weary, and I've travelled long and far: |