The chrysalis . hearts of angels of Easter are wingingTheir way from Heaven, l^ringing Gladness to all again ;And Easter lilies are springing Where thorns and thistles have been. The large officiousness of small officials would bealmost piteous w^ere it not so ludicrous. Just watch poor AVillie Wimple strut; He has a place wherein he can Lord it over another man,And hes a wondrous wonder, but— With all his faults we love him still;Hes not as bad as w^e may Willie has to eat and drink. And needs his job to pay the bill. THE CHUYSALIS BABY HAS COME. Baby has come!Let all the gu
The chrysalis . hearts of angels of Easter are wingingTheir way from Heaven, l^ringing Gladness to all again ;And Easter lilies are springing Where thorns and thistles have been. The large officiousness of small officials would bealmost piteous w^ere it not so ludicrous. Just watch poor AVillie Wimple strut; He has a place wherein he can Lord it over another man,And hes a wondrous wonder, but— With all his faults we love him still;Hes not as bad as w^e may Willie has to eat and drink. And needs his job to pay the bill. THE CHUYSALIS BABY HAS COME. Baby has come!Let all the guests look bland;And to attention stand,For a monarchs in the land; Baby has come. Baby has come!Put all the books away,Prepare to let them stay,Till he has had his say; Baby has come. Baby has come!Cease from all conversation,Except ejaculationOf perfect adoration; Baby has come. Baby has come!Let angels fold their wings,While mamma softly sings—A sight, methinks, for kings; Baby is asleep. 50 THE CHBYSALIH. LITTLE MAY THE CHRYSALIS LITTLE MAY. A little blue-eyed girl of seven,Approached ine on the avenue; (She looked a creature just from Heaven),And asked, Please, may I speak to you? I stroked her on her curly head, And answered, Certainly, my tip-toed to my ear and said,I want to cross the street, but fear, That should I try it all alone, I might be trampled on, you since my darling mammas gone,Theres no one now to care for me. I asked, Where has she gone, sweet child? She answered me—this tot of seven—With eyes that swam in tears, yet smiled,My mamma? Why shes gone to Heaven. She went a long, long time ago;But just before she went away,She called her May (thats me, you know),And said I, too, should come some day. My mamma, she was good to always called me Little as she talked, she seemed to seeSome friends who callcMl to her above. 52 TEE CHRYSALIS 0, I remember, just as well, She pointed upward to the skies; And then a silence round
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