PILOSAGINE.
The shades of night were falling fast,
When on the word his eyes he cast—
That word which struck him with amaze—
Couched in the adverts' meant to praise.
PILOSAGINE.
Sleep from his eyelids fastly fled,
As to himself he wondering said:
"If it be true that I can buy
What will produce a beard, I'll try
PILOSAGINE."
* * * *
"Tempt not the trash," in tones full rough,
His father urged, "Like other stuff
That you have oft and often tried
'Tis sure to prove." The youth replied,
"PILOSAGINE."
PILOSAGINE at once applied,
The wished-for three for which he sighed,
Imperial, beard, moustache, soon felt;
And thankful is he that e'er he spelt
PILOSAGINE.
I.
The drizzling rain was falling fast,
As thro' the streets of London passed
A youth who bore a neat and nice
Umbrella with the strange device,
"THE IMPERCEPTIBLE."
II.
His step was firm, erect his form,
As heedless of the gathering storm
He homeward hied with dauntless mien
Beneath that elemental screen—
"THE IMPERCEPTIBLE."
III.
He saw umbrellas creased and torn,
By wet and angry persons borne,
And sorrowing o'er their wretched plight,
He pitied those who lacked that night
"THE IMPERCEPTIBLE."
IV.
"Best try a cab," an old friend said;
"Dark lowers the tempest overhead.
The rain will faster fall anon;"
But still that youth relied upon
"THE IMPERCEPTIBLE."
V.
"O stay," a maiden said, "I'd fain
Ask a brief shelter from the rain."
The astonished youth gazed at the fair,
And gently answered, "You may share,
"THE IMPERCEPTIBLE."