318 LITTLE GERTY. Half my grief could not be told Were I without her. Gerty scolds me if I roam, Wonders what I want from home, With sly glances Looks that seem to me to say, "I have waited all the day; You were very wrong to stray, If I whisper, "We must part," Awkward, very. When I say that I'll remain, All her smiles return again, Like warm sunshine after rain ; We are merry. If my sweetheart knows her mind, Love is mad as well as blind. Little Gerty LITTLE GERTY. Says she means to marry me; I-alas, that it should be !— Am two-and-thirty.* * Reprinted, by permission, from Cassell's Magazine. 319 THE HUSBAND'S SONG. CHARLES SWAIN. AINY and rough sets the day,— There's a heart beating for somebody; Somebody's anxious for somebody. Thrice hath she been to the gate,— Thrice hath she listened for somebody; 'Midst the night, stormy and late, Somebody's waiting for somebody. There'll be a comforting fire, There'll be a welcome for somebody; One, in her neatest attire, Will look at the table for somebody. THE HUSBAND'S SONG. 321 Though the stars fled from the west, Warming the bosom of somebody. There'll be a coat o'er the chair, There will be slippers for somebody; There'll be a wife's tender care,— Love's fond embracement for somebody; There'll be the little one's charms,— Soon 'twill be wakened for somebody; When I have both in my arms, Oh! but how blest will be somebody TO LADY ANNE HAMILTON. HON. WILLIAM R. SPENCER. 00 late I stayed! forgive the crime,Unheeded flew the hours; How noiseless falls the foot of Time That only treads on flowers! What eye with clear account remarks The ebbing of his glass, When all its sands are diamond sparks, Ah! who to sober measurement Their plumage for his wings? |