. The lays of a lawyer . nature, men and destiny,— But think you not that you and IWould sound as well ? And, ah, how sweet To lead you to some mossy spot,And lay me humbly at your feet While we discuss—I care not what! And while decision, nicely poised. To this side, then to that each decree abroad is noised By cawing rooks among the long as I might linger there Afar from lifes more beaten tracksWith you alone, for all Id care. The world might go to—Halifax ! lO ^ ; 0 : M\ ^ LEX TALIONIS STILL can see the wavy curls That oer her shoulders floated. She was the very girl of
. The lays of a lawyer . nature, men and destiny,— But think you not that you and IWould sound as well ? And, ah, how sweet To lead you to some mossy spot,And lay me humbly at your feet While we discuss—I care not what! And while decision, nicely poised. To this side, then to that each decree abroad is noised By cawing rooks among the long as I might linger there Afar from lifes more beaten tracksWith you alone, for all Id care. The world might go to—Halifax ! lO ^ ; 0 : M\ ^ LEX TALIONIS STILL can see the wavy curls That oer her shoulders floated. She was the very girl of girls, On whom my young heart doted She listened then with cold disdain To all my silly laughed outright to find : Dear Jane Engraved on copper—beeches : But now that in the lapse of years, (Full nine and thirty summers)Her hair grown thin behind the ears, She welcometh all hand no more I seek to link With that, which still her own is,And oer my peaceful pipe I think Upon the lex HER HEART DAINTY boudoir all scented and prim,As neat as new wax yet crowded withthings,With photograph albums filled tothe brim,With patterns for skirts and for bod-ices trim,With powder and puffs and patches and rings; With note-books of gossip and scandal grim, An accurate table of who is who,A bundle of letters, all faded and a rose that was given her once by hiniy Before she jilted him—faded, too. And this, with the mirror, is all thats there In the heart of milady so dainty and perhaps just a soup^on of thought to thought need neither be novel nor rare,But just orderly, trim and neat. For passion must out and reason be dumb— Such a very well ordered heart is hers—And passion may grumble, and reason look glumBut both are well under her ladyships thumb;And woe to the one that demurs. 12
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