Rode upon his father's lance,
Beat upon his father's shield—
'Oh hush, my joy, my sorrow.'
LIII
1865-1866
[Published in Good Words for March 1, 1868 as a decorative page, with an accompanying full page plate by T. Dalziel. The lines were never reprinted.]
I stood on a tower in the wet,
And New Year and Old Year met,
And winds were roaring and blowing;