. Miami woods, A golden wedding, and other poems . Bree! Ever ready, day or night,With thy glee; And as time has sped along, Midst thy laugh, and joke, and song, Thou hast never dreamd of wrong,Barley Bree. Thy heart was ever warm,Barley Bree! Barley Bree ! If sunshine or if stormCame to thee, 254 Miscellaneous. And the poor who sought thy door,Though oft helped by thee before,Ever freely shared thy store,Barley Bree! Thou didst alway love thy drop, Barley Bree! Barley Bree!But the pint at which to stop, Thou didst the habit grew too strong,And thou lingeredst too longOer the draught a
. Miami woods, A golden wedding, and other poems . Bree! Ever ready, day or night,With thy glee; And as time has sped along, Midst thy laugh, and joke, and song, Thou hast never dreamd of wrong,Barley Bree. Thy heart was ever warm,Barley Bree! Barley Bree ! If sunshine or if stormCame to thee, 254 Miscellaneous. And the poor who sought thy door,Though oft helped by thee before,Ever freely shared thy store,Barley Bree! Thou didst alway love thy drop, Barley Bree! Barley Bree!But the pint at which to stop, Thou didst the habit grew too strong,And thou lingeredst too longOer the draught and oer the song,Barley Bree! And as time flew round about,Barley Bree! Barley Bree! Thine own elbow soon peeped out,And thy knee; And thy face grew round and red, And thy jollity all fled, And the street was oft thy bed,Barley Bree! But an angel helpd thee up,Barley Bree ! Barley Bree! And for aye the poison-cupThou didst flee; Barky Bree. 255 And again thou art erect,And with mirth thy hrow is deckd,And thou hast the worlds respect,Barley 256 Miscellaneous. 3Thc Hctoelcrs. There were sounds of mirth and revelry, In an old ancestral hall, And many a merry laugh rang out, And many a merry call; And the glass was freely passd around, And the red wine freely quaffd ; And many a heart beat high with glee, And the joy of the thrilling draught—In that broad and huge ancestral hall,Of the times that were, of old. A voice arose, as the lights grew dim,And a glass was flourished high :I drink to Life! said a Eeveler bold,And I do not fear to have no fear—I have no fear—Talk not of the vagrant, Death ;For hes but a grim old gentleman,And wars but with his breath. A boast well worthy a revel-routOf the times that were, of old. Tlie Revelers. 257 We drink, said all, We drink to Life And we do not fear to die! Just then a rushing sound was heard, As of quick wings sweeping by ; And soon the old latch was lifted up, And the door flew open wide, And a stranger strode within
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