THE spirits, full oft, that in Fancy abide,|
Show briars 'neath the blossoms of wit that adorn,
And hearts that in roses of humor confide
Are pierced with asperity's barb which they hide-.
Transfixed on their path with adversity's thorn.
This mind that found root in the mirth- planted bower
Where nettles in touch wfth soft petals appear,
Turned to view but the bloom of a ripe nature's dower -
A genius of kindliness radiant in flower,
With calyx of wit and corolla of cheer.
Good-by to his life-growths and loved themes they bring-
To the pathos and pleasantry conjured alike,
Whose genial conceits to fond memories cling,
As his verse bore no venom and satire no sting-
Good-by, Mrs. Partington, Blifkins, and Ike!
|JOHN HARVARD'S MEMORIAL||CONTENTS||A GREETING TO GLADSTONE|