VARIOUS VERSE.
MY CAP AND BELLS. My cap tiid beHs I wear alway, Thicngh winter uight ar.d tummor day The silvery chimes you laugh to hear Tho tinkling licglo riugeth clear, Merrily ! merrily ! glad and gay 1 Happy I! Then let them play. Sorry I* But why betray My heart to you: ring out good cheer, | My cap ar.d bells So loaif l'vo worn them novr, I rasy Not -loff them ; should I daro essay To l'jsza them from my brow, I fear You would but seoif, co for you, dear, ! Thsy ring a merry roundelay — My cap and bolls. Celiu Myrover Robinson. National Magazine. "MIGHT HAVE." I havfc lived my life, and I face the endBut that other lifo I might havo led Whero lay the road, and who was its friend ; And what was tho goal, when the years were fled? Whoro lay the rot d! Did I miss the turn? The friend unknown? Our greetings unsaid? And Jhe goal unsought? Shall I never loirn "VThut was that lifo I might have led? As ths spring's last look, for or-o dear day From skies, autumnal o" earth may Licnd, 80 Ivvas me that other life— but, nay! 1 htvc livod my life, and I face the 'fend. —Edith il. Thomsa.
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Evening Post, Volume LXXIII, Issue 129, 1 June 1907, Page 13
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212VARIOUS VERSE. Evening Post, Volume LXXIII, Issue 129, 1 June 1907, Page 13
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