NOTHING TO SAY.
You ask me some verses to write,
But when I have nothing to say,
I had much rather keep quiet,
Than write in a roundabout way.
But as nature is always kind,
Perhaps she’ll assist me today,
And thus I’ll be able to grind
Some verses on—nothing to say.
’Tis a splendid maxim, I’m told,
And I do not doubt what they say,
It will do for young and for old,
Never speak when you’ve nothing to say.
Now if you will let me advise,
This maxim you’ll always obey,
Do just like the good and the wise,
Never speak when you’ve nothing to say.
THE HEART.
The heart like a sponge may drink to its fill,
But unlike the sponge there is room in it still,
Fill it with sorrow and pack it with pain,
One touch of sweet love revives it again.
Crush it, abuse it, it bleeds like a sieve,
Tender it kindness, it holds all you give,
Pound it, and shake it, until it is sore,
Its love is as sweet as ever before.