DOWN TO THE CANDY-MAN’S SHOP.

Here we go hippety-hop,

All for a stick of candy

Down to the candy-man’s shop—

Tell you what he’s a dandy.

All for a stick of candy

Hippety-hop we go.

Tell you what he’s a dandy

Givin’ us candy you know.

Hippety-hop we go,

Head-over-heels in our hurry.

Givin’ us candy you know

Sets us all in a flurry.

Head-over-heels in our hurry

Into the candy-man’s shop;

Sets us all in a flurry

Goin’ it hippety-hop.

Into the candy-man’s shop

Everybody just tumbles,

Goin’ it hippety-hop,

’Cause, you see, he never grumbles.

Everybody just tumbles

Makin’ the candy-man grin,

’Cause, you see, he never grumbles,

No matter how we come in.

Makin’ the candy-man grin,

Here we are crowdin’ and pushin’;

No matter how we come in

He knows the wush we’re a-wushin’.


Return.

L-l-lp! but that’s better’n ma’s jelly,

Down to the candy-man’s shop!

Hang to my hand now, Nellie,—

Here we go hippety-hop.

LIFE TO LOVE.
A Triolet.

It is life just to love

With a heart’s true devotion:

’Tis the great law Above.

It is life just to love,—

For the soul just to move

With a sweet, wild emotion.

It is life just to love

With a heart’s true devotion.

COME TO THE SHADOWS.
A Pantoum.

Come to the shadows of eve

Falling like mantles around us;

Come where the winds ever weave

Songs in the tree-webs around us.

Falling like mantles around us

Sweet chime the vespers of love;

Songs in the tree-webs around us

Waft from some Idean grove.

Sweet chime the vespers of love

Borne by the zephyrs of even;

Waft from some Idean grove

Lydian measures of heaven.

Borne by the zephyrs of even

Love in his quiver bears

Lydian measures of heaven,

Softest of musical airs.

Love in his quiver bears

Aye when the star-flowers blossom

Softest of musical airs,

Night folding Day to his bosom.

Aye when the star-flowers blossom

Love sings the sweetest of themes;

Night folding day to his bosom

Lies down to rapturous dreams.

Love sings the sweetest of themes

Bidding my heart that yet never

Lies down to rapturous dreams

Fold thine own close to mine ever.


Out ’mid the dew-loved flowers

Come where the winds ever weave

Love in the web of the hours,

Come to the shadows of eve.