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Whipping； to him； was a barbarous rule；
And too hard work for his poor old bones；
Besides； it was painful； he sometimes said：
〃We should make life pleasant； down here below；
The living need charity more than the dead；〃
Said the jolly old pedagogue； long ago。
He lived in the house by the hawthorn lane；
With roses and woodbine over the door；
His rooms were quiet； and neat； and plain；
But a spirit of comfort there held reign；
And made him forget he was old and poor；
〃I need so little；〃 he often said；
〃And my friends and relatives here below
Won't litigate over me when I am dead；〃
Said the jolly old pedagogue； long ago。
But the pleasantest times that he had； of all；
Were the sociable hours he used to pass；
With his chair tipped back to a neighbor's wall；
Making an unceremonious call；
Over a pipe and a friendly glass：
This was the finest picture； he said；
Of the many he tasted； here below；
〃Who has no cronies； had better be dead！〃
Said the jolly old pedagogue； long ago。
Then the jolly old pedagogue's wrinkled face
Melted all over in sunshiny smiles；
He stirred his glass with an old…school grace；
Chuckled； and sipped； and prattled apace；
Till the house grew merry； from cellar to tiles：
〃I'm a pretty old man；〃 he gently said；
〃I've lingered a long while； here below；
But my heart is fresh； if my youth is fled！〃
Said the jolly old pedagogue； long ago。
He smoked his pipe in the balmy air；
Every night when the sun went down；
While the soft wind played in his silvery hair；
Leaving its tenderest kisses there；
On the jolly old pedagogue's jolly old crown：
And； feeling the kisses； he smiled and said；
'Twas a glorious world； down here below；
〃Why wait for happiness till we are dead？〃
Said the jolly old pedagogue； long ago。
He sat at his door； one midsummer night；
After the sun had sunk in the west；
And the lingering beams of golden light
Made his kindly old face look warm and bright；
While the odorous night…wind whispered 〃Rest！〃
Gently； gently； he bowed his head。 。 。 。
There were angels waiting for him； I know；
He was sure of happiness； living or dead；
This jolly old pedagogue； long ago！
George Arnold ＇1834…1865＇
ON AN INTAGLIO HEAD OF MINERVA
Beneath the warrior's helm； behold
The flowing tresses of the woman！
Minerva； Pallas； what you will …
A winsome creature； Greek or Roman。
Minerva？ No！ 'tis some sly minx
In cousin's helmet masquerading；
If not … then Wisdom was a dame
For sonnets and for serenading！
I thought the goddess cold； austere；
Not made for love's despairs and blisses：
Did Pallas wear her hair like that？
Was Wisdom's mouth so shaped for kisses？
The Nightingale should be her bird；
And not the Owl； big…eyed and solemn：
How very fresh she looks； and yet
She's older far than Trajan's Column！
The magic hand that carved this face；
And set this vine…work round it running；
Perhaps ere mighty Phidias wrought；
Had lost its subtle skill and cunning。
Who was he？ Was he glad or sad；
Who knew to carve in such a fashion？
Perchance he graved the dainty head
For some brown girl that scorned his passion。
Perchance； in some still garden…place；
Where neither fount nor tree to…day is；
He flung the jewel at the feet
Of Phryne； or perhaps 'twas Lais。
But he is dust； we may not know
His happy or unhappy story：
Nameless； and dead these centuries；
His work outlives him； … there's his glory！
Both man and jewel lay in earth
Beneath a lava…buried city；
The countless summers came and went；
With neither haste； nor hate； nor pity。
Years blotted out the man； but left
The jewel fresh as any blossom；
Till some Visconti dug it up； …
To rise and fall on Mabel's bosom！
O nameless brother！ see how Time
Your gracious handiwork has guarded：
See how your loving； patient art
Has come； at last； to be rewarded。
Who would not suffer slights of men；
And pangs of hopeless passion also；
To have his carven agate…stone
On such a bosom rise and fall so！
Thomas Bailey Aldrich ＇1837…1907＇
THALIA
A Middle…aged Lyrical Poet Is supposed To Be Taking
Final Leave Of The Muse Of Comedy。 She Has Brought
Him His Hat And Gloves； And Is Abstractedly Picking
A Thread Of Gold Hair From His Coat Sleeve As He
Begins To Speak：
I say it under the rose …
oh； thanks！ … yes； under the laurel；
We part lovers； not foes；
we are not going to quarrel。
We have too long been friends
on foot and in gilded coaches；
Now that the whole thing ends；
to spoil our kiss with reproaches。
I leave you； my soul is wrung；
I pause； look back from the portal …
Ah； I no more am young；
and you； child； you are immortal！
Mine is the glacier's way；
yours is the blossom's weather …
When were December and May
known to be happy together？
Before my kisses grow tame；
before my moodiness grieve you；
While yet my heart is flame；
and I all lover； I leave you。
So； in the coming time；
when you count the rich years over；
Think of me in my prime；
and not as a white…haired lover；
Fretful； pierced with regret；
the wraith of a dead Desire
Thrumming a cracked spinet
by a slowly dying fire。
When； at last； I am cold …
years hence； if the gods so will it …
Say； 〃He was true as gold；〃
and wear a rose in your fillet！
Others； tender as I；
will come and sue for caresses；
Woo you； win you； and die …
mind you； a rose in your tresses！
Some Melpomene woo；
some hold Clio the nearest；
You； sweet Comedy … you
were ever sweetest and dearest！
Nay； it is time to go。
When writing your tragic sister
Say to that child of woe
how sorry I was I missed her。
Really； I cannot stay；
though 〃parting is such sweet sorrow〃 。 。 。
Perhaps I will； on my way
down…town； look in to…morrow！
Thomas Bailey Aldrich ＇1837…1907＇
PAN IN WALL STREET
A。 D。 1867
Just where the Treasury's marble front
Looks over Wall Street's mingled nations；
Where Jews and Gentiles most are wont
To throng for trade and last quotations；
Where； hour by hour； the rates of gold
Outrival； in the ears of people；
The quarter…chimes； serenely tolled
From Trinity's undaunted steeple； …
Even there I heard a strange； wild strain
Sound high above the modern clamor；
Above the cries of greed and gain；
The curbstone war； the auction's hammer；
And swift； on Music's misty ways；
It led； from all this strife for millions；
To ancient； sweet…to…nothing days
Among the kirtle…robed Sicilians。
And as it stilled the multitude；
And yet more joyous rose； and shriller；
I saw the minstrel； where he stood
At ease against a Doric pillar：
One hand a droning organ played；
The other held a Pan's…pipe （fashioned
Like those of old） to lips that made
The reeds give out that strain impassioned。
'Twas Pan himself had wandered here
A…strolling through this sordid city；
And piping to the civic ear
The prelude of some pastoral ditty！
The demigod had crossed the seas； …
From haunts of shepherd； nymph； and satyr；
And Syracusan times； … to these
Far shores and twenty centuries later。
A ragged cap was on his head；
But … hidden thus … there was no doubting
That； all with crispy locks o'erspread；
His gnarled horns were somewhere sprouting；
His club…feet； cased in rusty shoes；
Were crossed； as on some frieze you see them；
And trousers； patched of divers hues；
Concealed his crooked shanks beneath them。
He filled the quivering reeds with sound；
And o'er his mouth their changes shifted；
And with his goat's…eyes looked around
Where'er the passing current drifted；
And soon； as on Trinacrian hills
The nymphs and herdsmen ran to hear him；
Even now the tradesmen from their tills；
With clerks and porters； crowded near him。
The bulls and bears together drew
From Jauncey Court and New Street Alley；
As erst； if pastorals be true；
Came beasts from every wooded valley；
The random passers stayed to list； …
A boxer Aegon； rough and merry；
A Broadway Daphnis； on his tryst
With Nais at the Brooklyn Ferry。
A one…eyed Cyclops halted long
In tattered cloak of army pattern；
And Galatea joined the throng； …
A blowsy； apple…vending slattern；
While old Silenus staggered out
From some new…fangled lunch…house handy；
And bade the piper； with a shout；
To strike up Yankee Doodle Dandy！
A newsboy and a peanut…girl
Like little Fauns began to caper：
His hair was all in tangled curl；
Her tawny legs were bare and taper；
And still the gathering larger grew；
And gave its pence and crowded nigher；
While aye the shepherd…minstrel blew
His pipe； and struck the gamut higher。
O heart of Nature； beating still
With throbs her vernal passion taught her； …
Even here； as on the vine…clad hill；
Or by the Arethusan water！
New forms may fold the speech； new lands
Arise within these ocean…portals；
But Music waves eternal wands； …
Enchantress of the souls of mortals！
So thought I； … but among us trod
A man in blue； with legal baton；
And scoffed the vagrant demigod；
And pushed him from the step I sat on。
Doubting I mused upon the cry；
〃Great Pan is dead！〃 … and all the people
Went on their ways： … and clear and high
The quarter sounded from the steeple。
Edmund Clarence Stedman ＇1833…1908＇
UPON LESBIA … ARGUING
My Lesbia； I will not deny；
Bewitches me completely；
She has the usual beaming eye；
And smiles upon me sweetly：
But she has an unseemly way
Of contradicting what I say。
And； though I am her closest friend；
And find her fascinating；
I cannot cordially commend
Her method of debating：
Her logic； though she is divine；
Is singularly feminine。
Her reasoning is full of tricks；
And butterfly suggestions；
