If you had the choice of two women… (Though of course the idea is quit… And the first from her heels to he… Was charming in every sense of the… And yet in the past (I grieve to…

That scathing word I used in scor… (Though half a century ago) Comes back to me this April morn, Like boomerang to work me woe; Comes back to me with bitter blame

I’ve learned—Of all the friends I… Dame Nature is the best, And to her like a child I run Craving her mother breast To comfort me in soul distress,

Lord, I’m grey, my face is run, But by old Harry, I’ve had my fun… And all about, I seem to see Lads and lassies that look like me… Ice—blue eyes on every hand,

It’s slim and trim and bound in bl… Its leaves are crisp and edged wit… Its words are simple, stalwart too… Its thoughts are tender, wise and… Its pages scintillate with wit;

Said he: "You saw the Master clea… By Rushy Pond alone he sat, Serene and silent as a seer, in tweedy coat and seedy hat. you tell me you did not intrude,

When I was daft (as urchins are), And full if fairy lore, I aimed an arrow at a star And hit —the barnyard door. I’ve shot at heaps of stars since…

If we could roll back History A century, let’s say, And start from there, I’m sure th… Would find things as to—day: In all creation’s cosmic range

My Dog 'Twas in a pub just off the Stran… When I was in my cups, There passed a bloke with in his h… Two tiny puling pups;

On the tide you ride head high, Like a whale 'mid little fishes; I should envy you as I Help my wife to wash the dishes. Yet frock—coat and stove—pipe hat

The leaves are falling one and one… Each like a life to me, As over—soonly in the sun They spiral goldenly: So airily and warily

Full well I trow that when I die Down drops the curtain; Another show is all my eye And Betty Martin. I know the score, and with a smile

'Why did the lady in the lift Slap that poor parson’s face?' Said Mother, thinking as she snif… Of clerical disgrace. Said Sonny Boy: 'Alas, I know.

“Sow your wild oats in your youth,… But I say with deeper sooth: “Sow… I’ll be wise till I’m about seven… Then, by Gad! I’ll blossom out as… I’ll assume a dashing air, laugh w…

Said darling daughter unto me: “oh Dad, how funny it would be If you had gone to Mexico A score or so of years ago. Had not some whimsey changed your…