THE REPLY.
“I’ll pious be and holy,
I’ll do my duty truly,
I’ll earn the hand of Annie,
Who is all the world to me.
“I’ll love thee as no other,
But our Heavenly Father,
I’ll live and die for Annie,
Who is all the world to me.”
THE PAINTER.
Written on a postal card and mailed to a lady, as a token of my appreciation of her skill as a painter.
Happy is he who can catch a fine thought,
And fit it to prose, or dress it in rhyme,
But happier she whose fingers are taught
To paint sweet nature in colors sublime.
Inspiring the thought when nature’s the theme,
Uplifting one’s soul to the world of bliss,
Where painters and angels will ever beam
With love and kindness on the poets of this.