THE NAME OF OLD GLORY Who gave you the name of Old Glory and why IV And it spake, with a shake of the voice, and it said: By the symbol conjoined of them all, skyward cast, So I came by the name of Old Glory." 145 JAMES W. RILEY. JOG ON, JOG ON* [From The Winter's Tale.] OG on, jog on the foot-path way, JOG And merrily hent† the stile-a, Your paltry money bags of gold- Then cast away care, let sorrow cease, Let's laugh and sing, or, if you please, * First stanza by Shakespeare. Last two stanzas by un known author in "Antidote Against Melancholy," 1661. † Hent=take. I A SONG OF CLOVER WONDER what the Clover thinks, Peer of the gayest and the best; Sweetest, perhaps, at last, in death! Oh! who knows what the Clover thinks? No one! unless the Bob-o'-links! "SAXE HOLM." A SONG OF LOVE SAY, what is the spell, when her fledglings are cheeping, That lures the bird home to her nest? Or wakes the tired mother, whose infant is weeping, What the magic that charms the glad babe in her arms, 'Tis a secret, and so let us whisper it lowAnd the name of the secret is Love! For I think it is Love, For I feel it is Love, For I'm sure it is nothing but Love! Say, whence is the voice that when anger is burning, That stirs the vexed soul with an aching-a yearning Whence the music that fills all our being-that thrills Around us, beneath, and above? 'Tis a secret: none knows how it comes, or it goesBut the name of the secret is Love! For I think it is Love, For I feel it is Love, For I'm sure it is nothing but Love! A SONG OF LOVE Say, whose is the skill that paints valley and hill, 149 That flecks the green meadow with sunshine and shadow, Till the little lambs leap with delight? 'Tis a secret untold to hearts cruel and cold, Though 'tis sung by the angels above, In notes that ring clear for the ears that can hear— And the name of the secret is Love! For I think it is Love, For I feel it is Love, For I'm sure it is nothing but Love! LEWIS CARRoll. |