SENTENTIOUS SONG.
God’s in his Heaven:—He never issues
(Wise man!) to visit this world of ours.
Unchecked the cancer gnaws our tissues,
Stops to lick chops and then again devours.
They find who most delight to roam
’Mid castles of remotest Spain
There’s luckily no place like home,
And so they start upon their travels again.
Beauty for some provides escape,