Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: SONG AT MORNING. CTARS that trembled on the stream Have lost their light; Moon that made the golden dream Is dead and white. All the world that silence kept For her dear sake, All that waited while she slept, Is now awake. Along the wood, along the vale, The sunlight falls; And where we heard the nightingale The cuckoo calls. TO OUR CHAPERON. (mrs. K.) TV/TY Flora, at whose feet are laid All offerings of song, has made Just one exception; And given me her leave to send A song of thanks to you, dear friend, And deep affection. What tedious walks you had to take For Madame Grundy's selfish sake ! How good you were To listen to Joe's rather dry Discourse on Grecian art, while I Could talk to her ! I understand and thank you for Your quiet sympathy; I saw How you pretended TO OUR CHAPERON. 35 To deafness and to failing sight When things were said or done not quite For you intended. Ah! would all mamas, friends, and aunts Might give to urgent youth the chance You gave to me ! Then more of us might win and wed ! The flowery path that lovers tread Perhaps would be With fewer obstacles beset If some would not so oft forget, At two-score-ten, Romantic days they had (I trust), And kindly chaperons they must Have needed then. If, when I paid my court to Flo, I courted your approval so, And played for you The model son's devoted part, I hope, in winning Flora's heart, I won yours too. We 've just agreed to dedicate A dainty cup, a Meissen plate, To you alone, When we 've our little house some day, And Flo for other girls can play The chaperon. CHEZ LE CORDONNIER. TINY shoe, Very few Have so fair a fate as you. All the loveliness you 'll hold Rarely stands on heel and sole... --This text refers to the Paperback edition.