III That was indeed to live- With foot upon the ramparts of the foe! Save such rich tears as happy eyelids know. Of battle, and youth's gold about his brow; And parley hold with Fate, O soul of loyal valor and white truth, Thy serried ranks about thee as of yore, In thy undying youth! The tender heart, the eagle eye! The homages of Song; Our praises and the praise Of coming days To him belong To him, to him, the dead that shall not die! A PETITION To spring belongs the violet, and the blown Spice of the roses let the summer own. Grant me this favor, Muse - all else withhold That I may not write verse when I am old. And yet I pray you, Muse, delay the time! Muse, I beg you very gently break the news. VISION1 WITHIN a poor man's squalid home I stood: The one bare chamber, where his work-worn wife Above the stove and wash-tub passed her life, Next the sty where they slept with all their brood. But I saw not that sunless, breathless lair, The chamber's sagging roof and reeking floor; The smeared walls, broken sash, and battered door; The foulness and forlornness everywhere. The poor man's landlord leading down to dine. 1 Copyright, 1895, by HARPER & BROTHERS. " "Feel my pulse, sir, if you want to, but it ain't much use to try: "Never say that," said the Surgeon as he smothered down a sigh; "It will never do, old comrade, for a soldier to say die !" "What you say will make no difference, Doctor, when you come to die. "Doctor, what has been the matter?" "You were very faint, they say; You must try to get to sleep now." tor, have I been away?" "Doc "Doctor "Not that anybody knows of ! " - Doctor, please to stay! There is something I must tell you, you won't have long to stay! and Knew it could n't be the Lighter, - he could not have spoken so, And I tried to answer, Here, sir!' but I could n't make it go; For I could n't move a muscle, and I could n't make it go! "Then I thought: it's all a nightmare, all a humbug and a bore; Just another foolish grape-vine,1 — and it won't come any more; But it came, sir, notwithstanding, just the same way as before: 'ORDERLY SERGEANT - ROBERT BUR TON!'-even plainer than before. |