Who last night tenanted on earth

Some arch, where twelve such slept abreast,

Unless the plain asphalte seemed best.

5.

How did it happen, my poor boy?
You wanted to be Buonaparte
And have the Tuileries for toy,

And could not, so it broke your

You, old one by his side, I judge,

Were, red as blood, a socialist,

heart?

A leveller! Does the Empire grudge

You've gained what no Republic missed?

Be quiet, and unclench

And this

6.

your fist!

why, he was red in vain,

Or black,-poor fellow that is blue! What fancy was it, turned your brain? O, women were the prize for you! Money gets women, cards and dice

Get money, and ill-luck gets just

The

copper couch and one clear nice Cool squirt of water o'er your bust, The right thing to extinguish lust!

7.

It's wiser being good than bad;
It's safer being meek than fierce :
It's fitter being sane than mad.

My own hope is, a sun will pierce
The thickest cloud earth ever stretched;
That, after Last, returns the First,
Though a wide compass round be fetched;
That what began best, can't end worst,

Nor what God blessed once, prove accurst.

EPILOGUE.

EPILOGUE.

FIRST SPEAKER.

1.

ON the first of the Feast of Feasts,
The Dedication Day,

When the Levites joined the Priests
At the Altar in robed array,
Gave signal to sound and say,—

2.

When the thousands, rear and van,

Swarming with one accord,

Became as a single man,

(Look, gesture, thought, and word)

In praising and thanking the Lord, –