THE WINNER.
Don’t give a prize
For ’tis not wise,
So say our honest Christian folk;
But men will fight
With all their might,
To make their fellows wear the yoke.
Some men are dull
And count for null,
And some are bright as glist’ning gold;
Say what you will
The truth is still,
We’re not all cast in the same mold.
Some take their time
While others climb,
And struggle with their might and main,
And when they win,
Think it no sin,
To wear the crown they fought to gain.
’Tis luck, they say,
And fools can play,
And nature grows a heavy crop;
Give me the game,
I’ll bear the name,
And laugh when fools come out on top.
A WALK BY MOONLIGHT.
The moon is sweetly shining,
And the stars are entwining,
A wreath for my dear Annie,
Who is all the world to me.
While all the world lies dreaming,
My heart with joy is beaming,
I’m happy with my Annie,
Who is all the world to me.