Classic Poem

I

Here's to fickle love or true —
Hands that clasp to sever:
Mistress Nell, a health to you —
Joy be yours forever!
April winds are out to-day,
Blowing blossoms sweet your way.

II

Here's to fickle love or true,
And a glad thanksgiving
For that sky's unshadowed blue
And the joy of living!
For that kinder love and sweet
In the violets at your feet.

III

Love will come, and love will go
Like the light on clover:
It is but a dream, you know: —
Dreams so soon are over!
But for roses or for rue.
Mistress Nell, a health to you!