But fear not these con-kniving men Most lovely Gemini, As none can doubt who've seen ye once Ye're wards of chance-awry. Your parents must have been involv'd I think in legal tissue Ere ye were born, and at the last As lawyers say-" join'd issue." Or else, when in the fam❜ly way (Like other married folks) Your mother longed for, I've no doubt, An egg that had two yolks. However, it is lucky that (As judgment for her sins) She was not punished in the end By having Irish twins. And though dame Nature's tied ye with No thicker than a whip-thong, Ye're still (synthetically viewed) An animated dipthong. To part ye therefore seems to me A sacrilegeous blunder, Since Scripture says-" whom God has join'd Let no man put * asunder.” Adieu, my merry Siamese, My Yankee twins adieu— And when I look on-I know what, I'll always think of you. *Query-Cut asunder.-Surgery boy. "Cords that vibrate sweetest pleasure AND who nor loves the soothing hue That gleams through autumn's twilight dew, When memory hallows friendship's urn And maiden flames more brightly burn. And who nor wakes from feverish dream (With lover's hopes and doubts the theme) When blushes forth the sun's first ray 'Midst nature's matin roundelay. And who to sorrow's glooming child Nor lends the eye of pity mild, When furrow'd brow or anguish'd moan Bespeaks the day of gladness flown. If one there breathe whose bosom ne'er Responded to the throe of care, In mercy, Heaven, the wretch remove Unbless'd by friendship, wealth, or love. WRITTEN IN THE "IVY BOWER," At the Sand Rock Hotel, Niton, Isle of Wight. "They tell me there are eyes whose rays Of sunny light, should bring relief; Whose looks of love, and tender gaze, I'VE dwelt within this Ivy bower For many a sweet and sunny noon, And here full oft at midnight hour I've talked with yonder blue-eyed moon. Night is the time when moon and sea Alike mine own sad heart, are cold— Night is the time when Misery Her pale and haggard court should hold. |