Working alone for the future, thinking his waiting was o'er;
Sending for her o'er the ocean, welcoming her at the door;
Cursing the mists all around him, gleefully hemming him in;
Sneaking his way round a corner, grinning the maniac's grin.
Taken one morn by the Sheriff, cursing and raving and wild,
Songs he had sung in his schooldays, prayers he had learned
as a child,
Raving of her who awaited his message from over the sea,
Living a death in the darkness, never again to be free.
Far in the heart of a city, waiting a message in vain,
Asking each day of the postman, lining her forehead with pain,
Wondering why he had left her, drooping each day as it passed,
Carried one morn to the churchyard, knowing the answer at last.
SUNNY LTD.
Funny a fellow always sees, wherever he may stray,
The same old sun his people see, some thousand miles away.
Pity a genius can't invent—the thing would surely pay—
A rapid transit vehicle attached to Solly's ray.
Many a plunger would be found who'd organize the scheme,
For travelling would be quicker far than "twenty per" by steam.
It's just a fancy, but to me it seems the missing link,
To couple up the hemispheres, of which they never think.
Professors think of radium, and devil-wagon things,
A washer that the clothing automatically wrings.
I offer this suggestion, it's a winner barring none—
A thousand miles a minute with a trailer on the Sun.
UNFORGOTTEN
Dreamer of yesterday, sleep thy sleep;
Rest, for thy stent is done!
Sower of seed, though not thine to reap—
Harvest of years to come.
Hear us from far in Rhodesia's hills,
Echoing round Groote Schur.
Treading to-day the united way,
Briton beside the Boer.
Rhodes, thou art sleeping, but dost thou know
Thine is a dream fulfilled?
Briton and Boer to the end shall go,
Brothers as thou hast willed.
Thine was the strife, but the sun has set
On mis'ry, hate and war;
Ours to forget and as comrades trek,
One nation for evermore.