A "A KING LIVED LONG AGO." KING lived long ago, In the morning of the world, When earth was nigher heaven than now: Disparting o'er a forehead full As the milk-white space 'twixt horn and horn Of some sacrificial bull Only calm as a babe new-born : For he was got to a sleepy mood, From age with its bane so sure gone by, Among the rocks his city was: And judge them every one From its threshold of smooth stone. They haled him many a valley-thief And sometimes clung about his feet, The angry priests a pale wretch brought, Who through some chink had pushed and pressed, On knees and elbows, belly and breast, Worm-like into the temple, At last there by the very God, caught Who ever in the darkness strode Backward and forward, keeping watch Q'er his brazen bowls, such rogues to catch! And these, all and every one, The king judged, sitting in the sun. His councillors, on left and right, Looked anxious up, but no surprise Disturbed the king's old smiling eyes, Beholding this, he did not dare Approach that threshold in the sun, Assault the old king smiling there. Such grace had kings when the world begun! "OVERHEAD THE TREE-TOPS MEET.” II "YOU'LL LOVE ME YET!" You 7OU 'LL love me yet!—and I can tarry June reared that bunch of flowers you carry I plant a heartful now — At least is sure to strike some seed And yield what you 'll not pluck indeed, You'll look at least on love's remains, Your look? - That pays a thousand pains. "OVERHEAD THE TREE-TOPS MEET." Flowers and grass spring 'neath one's feetThere was naught above me, and naught below, My childhood had not learned to know! For, what are the voices of birds, The knowledge of that with my life begun! Nay, I could all but understand Wherefore through heaven the white moon ranges ; K MARCHING ALONG. ENTISH Sir Byng stood for his King, Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing: And, pressing a troop unable to stoop And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop, God for King Charles! Pym and such carles Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor sup Hampden to Hell, and his obsequies' knell Serve Hazelrig, Fiennes, and young Harry as well! (Cho.) Marching along, fifty-score strong, Then, God for King Charles! Pym and his snarls (Cho.) March we along, fifty-score strong, Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song. GIVE A ROUSE. K GIVE A ROUSE. ING CHARLES, and who 'll do him right now? Give a rouse here 's, in Hell's despite now, Who gave me the goods that went since ? (Cho.) King Charles, and who 'll do him right now? To whom used my boy George quaff else, By the old fool's side that begot him? (Cho.) King Charles, and who 'll do him right now? 133 |