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SUNDAY AND MONDAY.

"As Tommy Snooks and Bessy Brooks
Were walking out one Sunday,

Says Tommy Snooks to Bessy Brooks,
To-morrow will be Monday."

No doubt you are smiling at such a remark, And thinking poor Snooks but a pitiful

spark;

But the words have a meaning, worth looking for, too,

As I'll presently try and demonstrate for

you.

'Twas a pity, indeed, in that moment of

leisure,

To dampen poor Bessy's hebdomadal pleas

ure,

Suggesting that close on the beautiful Sun

day

Must come all the common-place horrors of Monday;

That he to his toiling, and she to her

tub,

Must turn, and take up with another week's

rub;

Yet a truth for us all, since the shade of

the real

Follows fast on the track of each sunny

ideal.

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And our feet, with all patience, must traverse them still,

Reaching forward to blessing, through bearing of ill.

Yet for Snooks and his Bessy,- for me

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Comes a Saturday night when the wage will be due;

And we'll say to each other, in ecstasy,

one day,

"To-morrow-the endless to-morrow - is

Sunday!"

CONCLUSION.

DOUBTLESS I might go on to quote,
With added paraphrase and note,
Enough of rhymes to fill a scroll,
That, bundled up, should be a roll
As bulky as a broad-brimmed hat;
But "verbum sapienti sat!"

Suffice it to have struck the vein,

And shown some specimens of ore;

If any seek for further gain,

The mine still holds abundance more.

A mental pickaxe and a biggin

Are all you need to go to diggin',

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For, as the Swedish seer contends,

All things comprise an inner sense;
There's nothing we can write or say,
In howsoever simple way,

But seems a body, built to hide

The soul, that straightway is supplied;
And many a fool, and prophet too,
Hath spoken wiser than he knew.

One parting word, and I am gone :
If I've prevailed to make you see
These things as they appear to me,
Then have I proved my Goose a Swan;
And I, descended of her line,

And bearing yet the ancient name,

May, for this ancestress of mine,

Claim place upon the page of fame ; — That not a bard of Saxon tongue

More true to nature ever sung;

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