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Show Growing Oray. A little more toward the light. Me mhierum Hero's one that's white. And one that's turning: Adieu to song and "salad days," Mjf Muse, let's go at once to Jay's And order mourning. We must reform our rhymes, my dear. Renounce the gay ro- tho severe He grae, not witty: J a have no more the right to find hat I'yrrha's hair Is neatly twined. That Chloe's protty. Young Love's for us a farce that's played: Light enntonet and serenade No more may tempt us; Uray hairs but III accord with dreams: trout i aught but sour didactic themes Our jenrs exempt us. "A la bonne heure!" You fancy so? You think for one wlilto streak we grow , At once satlrloT A niddleitlekl Each hair's a string To which our gruybeard muse shall sing. A younger lyric. ' Our heart's still sound Shall "cakes and ale Orow rare to yoVi bcciruse we rail At Rchoolbo? dlshesT Perish the tho'i it! 'TIs ours to sing Though neither lime nor Tide can brine Holler with wishes. Austin Dobson. |