We have found there's something mighty in the large affairs of state,
And we know beyond a question it is hard to legislate!
For there stand so many fellows plucking at the public goose,
That it's moving lofty mountains when you try to pull 'em loose!
But it's good-bye, Mister Speaker! If we failed to do the best,
Let's be glad at what we purposed and surrender all the rest!
It is pretty safe to figure that the legislature man
Shall receive but scanty praises though he does the best he can,
And with fellows on the left of him and fellows on the right,
Full of sage advice and counsel, his is not a happy plight;
But the record has been written and for us it stands for aye,
So, it's good-bye, Mister Speaker! We are going home today!
O, it's good-bye, Mister Speaker, and it's farewell this and that,
And it's wish you well, my brother, with the work you labor at!
And if we have missed our calling and we don't deserve applause,
Nevermore we'll leave the furrow just to tinker at the laws;
If we failed, 'twas worth the trying, whatsoe'er the people say,
But it's good-bye, Mister Speaker! We are going home today!
A Memory.
A scarlet on the maples,
A daisy down below,
And perfumes of the gardens
That blossomed long ago!
Love lifts the face of morning,
And walks the twilight late,
And one is there beside me
And leans across the gate!
Love sings her angel music
Through all the laughing days,
And we, the lovers, loiter
Adown the rosy ways.
O, scarlet of the maples,
O, daisies down below,
And perfumes of the gardens
That blossomed long ago!