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is ever charming; She does not weigh the pros and cons, Her pigs still please, her geese are swans, Though more or less alarming! O, mayst thou own, my winsome elf, Some day a pet just like thyself, Her sanguine thoughts to borrow; Content to use her brighter eyes, Accept her childish ecstacies, And, need be, share her sorrow! My wife, though life is called a jaunt, In sadness rife, in sunshine scant, Though mundane joys, the wisest grant, Have no enduring basis: 'Tis something in this desert drear, For thee so fresh, for me so sere, To find in Puss, our daughter dear, A little cool oasis! OLD LETTERS "Fragile creations of still frailer man, That men outlast, Though to eternity, from whence he came, The scribe be past. O there are tongues within these dry brown leaves That speak as Autumns do; They cry of death and sorrow, To me--to you." MR GEORGE THORNBURY. Old letters! wipe away the tear, And gaze upon these pale mementoes, A pilgrim finds his journal here Since first he took to walk on ten toes. Yes, here are scrawls from Clapham Rise, Do mothers still their school-boys pamper? O, how I hated Doctor Wise! O, how I lov'd a well-fill'd hamper! How strange to commune with the Dead-- Dead joys, dead loves, and wishes thwarted: Here's cruel proof of friendships fled, And sad enough of friends departed. And here's the offer that I wrote In '33 to Lucy Diver; And here John Wylie's begging note-- He never paid me back a stiver. And here my feud with Major Spike, Our bet about the French Invasion; On looking back I acted like A donkey upon that occasion. And here a letter from "the Row,"-- How mad I was when first I learnt it! They would not take my Book, and now I'd give a trifle to have burnt it. And here a heap of notes, at last, With "love" and "dove," and "sever" "never"-- Though hope, though passion may be past, Their perfume is as sweet as ever. A human heart should beat for two, Whatever say your single scorners, And all the hearths I ever knew Had got a pair of chimney corners. See here a double violet-- Two locks of hair--a deal of
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