Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . o, Old Q. sat at gaze,—who now passes below ?A frolicsome statesman, the man of the day,A laughing philosopher, gallant and gay ; No hero of story more manfully trod. Full of years, full of fame, and the world at his nod, He7i anni fiigaces ! The wise and the silly,— Old P. or Old O.—we must quit Piccadilly. Life is chequered,—a patchwork of smiles and of tro>vns; We value its ups, let us muse on its downs ; Theres a side that is bright, it will then turn


Two centuries of song : or, Lyrics, madrigals, sonnets, and other occasional verses of the English poets of the last two hundred years . o, Old Q. sat at gaze,—who now passes below ?A frolicsome statesman, the man of the day,A laughing philosopher, gallant and gay ; No hero of story more manfully trod. Full of years, full of fame, and the world at his nod, He7i anni fiigaces ! The wise and the silly,— Old P. or Old O.—we must quit Piccadilly. Life is chequered,—a patchwork of smiles and of tro>vns; We value its ups, let us muse on its downs ; Theres a side that is bright, it will then turn us tother,— One turn, if a good one, deserves such another. These downs are delightful, these ups are not hilly,— Let us turn one more turn ere we quit Piccadilly. THE WIDOWS MITE. The widow had but only one,A puny and decrepit son ; Yet day and night,Though fretful oft, and weak, aad small,A loving child, he was her all — The Widows Mite. The Widows might,—yes !—so sustained,She battled onward, nor complained When friends were fewer :And, cheerful at her daUy care,A little crutch upon the stair Was music to t^ •-?- Wj. i I saw her then,—and now I cheerful and resigned, still she Has sorrowed much :She has—He gave it tenderly—Much faith—and, carefully laid by, A little


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