SONG SENTIMENTIANA.
(A delightful "All-the-Year-Round" Resort for the Fashionable Composer.)
Example IV.—Treating of a passion which, in the well-meant process of making the best of it, unconsciously saddles its object with the somewhat harassing responsibility of competing with the Universal Provider.
Thou art all the world to me, love,
Thou art everything in one,
From my early cup of tea, love,
To my kidney underdone;
From my canter in the Row, love,
To my invitation lunch—
From my quiet country blow, love,
To my festive London Punch.
Thou art all in all to me, love,—
Thou art bread and meat and drink;
Thou art air and land and sea, love,—
Thou art paper, pens, and ink.
Thou art all of which I'm fond, love:
Thou art Whitstables from Rule's,—
"Little drops" with Spiers and Pond, love,—
Measures sweet at Mr. Poole's.
Thou art everything I lack, love,
From a month at Brighton gay
(Bar the journey there and back, love)
To the joys of Derby Day—
From the start from my abode, love,
With a team of frisky browns,
To the driving "on the road," love,
And the dry vin on the Downs!
Thou art all the world to me, love,—
Thou art all the thing contains;
Thou art honey from the bee, love,—
Thou art sugar from the canes.
Thou art—— stay! I've made a miss, love;
I'm forgetting, on my life!
Thou art all—excepting this, love,—
Your devoted servant's wife!