THOMAS ASHE

O sweet brown hat, brown hair, brown eyes, Down-dropp'd brown eyes, so tender !

Then what said I? Gallant replies Seem flattery, and offend her: But meet no angels, Pansie ?

806. To Two Bereaved

"V"OU must be sad ; for though it is to Heaven, 'Tis hard to yield a little girl of seven. Alas, for me 'tis hard my grief to rule, Who only met her as she went to school; Who never heard the little lips so sweet Say even ' Good-morning/ though our eyes would meet As whose would fain be friends ! How must you sigh, Sick for your loss, when even so sad am I, Who never clasp'd the small hands any day! Fair flowers thrive round the little grave, I pray.

��THEODORE WATTS-DUNTON

807. Wassail Chorus at the Mermaid Tavern

/CHRISTMAS knows a merry, merry place, ^- > Where he goes with fondest face,

Brightest eye, brightest hair: Tell the Mermaid where is that one place,

Where ? Raleigh.

'Tis by Devon's glorious halls,

Whence, dear Ben, I come again: Bright of golden roofs and walls

El Dorado's rare domain

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