Touch of Love’s own finger-tip,
I will smooth your throbbing brow,—
Shut your eyes and go to sleep.
Gently I will soothe your heart
And still your restless pulse’s leap;
Lay your head upon my arm,
Shut your eyes and go to sleep.
BROWNING.
(BY W. A. BACK, FARMER.)
Browning may be a right smart of a poet,
Some thinks him so;