And kicked up an awful hullabalioux,—
Bioux-hioux, bioux-hioux, bioux-hioux!
—Terhwytt-in-the-Twinkle D’Bioux.
ON KINGSLEY’S “FAREWELL.”
Let’s climb the steeps, let’s drink of Kingsley’s fountain;
Let’s stand with him above the rabbled throng
Upon the sun-tipped top of his grand mountain
Of moral song.
Oh listen to the music of the river
Along the channeled valleys of his soul