THE LAST LAMP OF THE ALLEY.

The last lamp of the alley

Is burning alone!

All its brilliant companions

Are shivered and gone.

No lamp of her kindred,

No burner is nigh,

To rival her glimmer,

Or light to supply.

I'll not leave thee, thou lone one!

To vanish in smoke;

As the bright ones are shattered,

Thou too shalt be broke:

Thus kindly I scatter

Thy globe o'er the street;

Where the watch in his rambles

Thy fragments shall meet.

Then home will I stagger,

As well as I may;

By the light of my nose sure

I'll find out the way.

When thy blaze is extinguished,

Thy brilliancy gone,

Oh! my beak shall illumine

The alley alone.