A Date with Joy.
When Sorrow stops and hails you,
Your pleasures to destroy,
Just tell him, "Something ails you!
I've got a date with Joy!"
"The roads are good for travel,—
You'd better go away;
Just hit the flying gravel,
For Joy is here today!"
The Gods and the Man-Child.
I.
The Gods of Life to the Man-Child crept
[They] whispered low as the Man-Child slept,—
The God of Love and the God of Hate,
And the God of the Glories Three;
And smiles and frowns wove the Man-Child's fate
In a crown that was sad to see!