“Do you give thanks for this? — or that?” No, God be thanked I am not grateful In that cold, calculating way, with blessing ranked As one, two, three, and four, — that would…...
She has laughed as softly as if she sighed, She has counted six, and over, Of a purse well filled, and a heart well tried – Oh, each a worthy lover! They “give her time”; for her …...
A waif on this earth, Sick, ugly and small, Contemned from my birth And rejected by all, From my lips broke Where – oh where shall I fly? Who comfort will bring? Sing, – said God in rep…...
Believe me, dear patrons, I have wand’red too far, Without any compass, or planet or star; My dear native village I scarcely can see So I’ll hie to my hive like the tempest-tost bee. Ha…...