Dignified things, may I your leaves implore
To kiss your hands and your high heads adore?
Judges you are — but you are something more.
May I draw near and with a rough-hewed pen
Give a small draft of you, the worst of men,
Tell of your merits and your mighty skill
And how your charms all courts of justice fill?
Your laws, far stronger than the Commons' votes,
So finely flow from your dispensing throats,
What Rome will ask, you must not her deny,
If Hell command you, too, you must comply!
There's none but you would in this cause combine —

It is the past that maketh my despair;
The dark, the sad, the irrevocable past.
Alas! why should our lot in life be made,
Before we know that life? Experience comes,
But comes too late. If I could now recall
All that I now regret, how different
Would be my choice! at best a choice of ill;
But better than my miserable past.
Loathed, yet despised, why must Ithink of it?

Die not, fond man, before thy day.
Love's cold December
Will surrender
To succeeding jocund May.
And then, oh, then, sorrow shall cease;
Comforts abounding,
Cares confounding,
Shall conclude a happy peace.

The die is cast, and we must part,
Forgive me if I say we must;
Must make again exchange of heart,
But never more exchange of trust.
With faces cold and stern must meet,
While inward fires consume our souls,
Must pass as strangers in the street,
While o'er our hope the death bell tolls.

We met but a short while ago,
And all my sky was clouded o'er
You loved, and scattered all my woe,
Loved as I ne'er was loved before.
You taught my hungry heart to hope,
And filled love's chaliee to the brim,

VOICE of the nightingale,
Heard in the twilight vale,
Waking the silence to music and love;
Sweet is thy vesper vow,
Holy and tender now,
Worthy the spirits which list thee above.

Once, in complaining tone,
Notes that were Sorrow's own
Gush'd from thy breast as if thrill'd with some wrong;
Then, as if Hope sprang high,
Up to the choral sky
Swept thy full heart on the wings of thy song.

Hid in thy hermit-tree,
Musing in melody,

Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel,
D'liver Daniel, d'liver Daniel,
Didn't my Lord deliver Daniel,
And why not a every man?

He deliver'd Daniel from the lion's den,
Jonah from the belly of the whale,
And the Hebrew children from the fiery furnace,
And why not every man?

The moon run down in a purple-stream,
The sun forbear to shine,
And every star disappear,
King Jesus shall be mine.

The wind blows East, and the wind blows West,
It blows like the judgment day,
And every poor soul that never did pray,

Did you ever
see two Yankees part upon a foreign
shore, When the good ship's just about to
start for Old New York once more? With
teardimmed eye they say goodbye, they're friends with
out a doubt; When the man on the pier
Shouts, " Let them clear, " as the ship strikes out.
Say hello to
dear old Coney Isle, if there you chance to
be, When you're at the Waldorf have a
smile and charge it up to me; Mention
my name ev'ry place you go, as 'round the
town you roam; Wish you'd call on my gal, Now re-
member, old pal, when you get back home.

Did you ever note the beauty of the soft New England grasses,
— All the ochres, reds and browns;
And the flowers: the purple asters and the goldenrod's rich masses
— With the cardinals' flaming gowns,
Dots of blood against the tangle of the reedy lone morasses
Where the nodding cat-tails rustle under every wind that passes?
— Ah! what reticent depth of color,
— Growing brighter, growing duller,
As a smile of sunlight broadens or a gloomy storm-cloud frowns.

Have you read the blazoned glory of the sunset's revelations,

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Did you ever hear the story 'bout Willy the Weeper?
Made his livin' as a chimney-sweeper.
He had the dope habit an' he had it bad;
Listen while I tell you 'bout the dream he had:
Teet tee dee dee dee dee, toot too doo doo doo doo,
Yah dee dah dah, dee dee dee, dee dah dah!

2

He went down to the dope house one Saturday night,
An' he knew that the lights would be burnin' bright.
I guess he smoked a dozen pills or mo';
When he woke up he wuz on a foreign sho':
Teet tee dee dee dee dee, toot too doo doo doo doo, etc.

3

Did you ever hear about Cocaine Lil?
She lived in Cocaine town on Cocaine hill,
She had a cocaine dog and a cocaine cat,
They fought all night with a cocaine rat,

She had cocaine hair on her cocaine head.
She had a cocaine dress that was poppy red:
She wore a snowbird hat and sleigh-riding clothes,
On her coat she wore a crimson, cocaine rose.

Big gold chariots on the Milky Way,
Snakes and elephants silver and gray.
Oh the cocaine blues they make me sad,
Oh the cocaine blues make me feel bad.