mid the strife and the tumult rife
In all the struggle and battle for life,
What can those wee hands do?"_

_"Eyes have I, good sir," she said.--
"Sooth, you have," quoth I,
"And tears shall flow therefrom, I trow,
And they betimes shall dim with woe,
As the hard, hard years go by!"_

_That little bit of a woman cast
Her two eyes full on me,
And they smote me sore to my inmost core,
And they hold me slaved forevermore,--
Yet would I not be free!_

_That little bit of a woman's hands
Reached up into my breast
And rent apart my scoffing heart,--
And they buffet it still with such sweet art
As cannot be expressed._

_That little bit of a woman's voice
Hath grown most wondrous dear;
Above the blare of all elsewhere
(An inspiration that mocks at care)
It riseth full and clear._

_Dear one, I bless the subtle power
That makes me wholly thine;
And I'm proud to say that I bless the day
When a little woman wrought her way
Into this life of mine!_

The Verse in this Second Book.

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FATHER'S WAY 1

TO MY MOTHER 5

KOeRNER'S BATTLE PRAYER 7

GOSLING STEW 9

CATULLUS TO LESBIA 12

JOHN SMITH 13

ST. MARTIN'S LANE 22

THE SINGING IN GOD'S-ACRE 25

DEAR OLD LONDON 28

CORSICAN LULLABY (Folk-Song) 33

THE CLINK OF THE ICE 35

BELLS OF NOTRE DAME 39

LOVER'S LANE, ST. JO 41

CRUMPETS AND TEA 44

AN IMITATION OF DR. WATTS 47

INTRY-MINTRY 48

MODJESKY AS CAMEEL 51

TELLING THE BEES 60

THE TEA-GOWN 62

DOCTORS 64

BARBARA 69

THE CAFE MOLINEAU 72

HOLLY AND IVY 75

THE BOLTONS, 22 77

DIBDIN'S GHOST 83

THE HAWTHORNE CHILDREN 87

THE BOTTLE AND THE BIRD 91

AN ECLOGUE FROM VIRGIL 96

PITTYPAT AND TIPPYTOE 103