So, if I should die just bend your head,
And kiss my lips as I lie at rest,
Whisper, I love you living or dead
Always and ever I love you best.
Why talk of it now? A woman’s whim,
We are whimsical creatures, as you know—
Look yonder, the twilight soft and dim
Comes hurrying over the world below.
Truth upon Honor
PA’S brother is a bachelor, but not a crusty one,
He’s got the very nicest home and lives there all alone;
At Christmas-time he buys me up most everything I want,
Because I look, ’so people say, just like my pretty aunt.
She’s just as nice as she can be, and long, long time ago
Pa’s brother was, or tried to be, this same Aunt Jessie’s beau,
For once I heard pa say to ma, “Your sister was to blame,”
Then ma, she flared right up and said, “She did right, just the same.”
“Your brother, stubborn fellow, he would break a woman’s heart,
I tell you I was glad for one they thought it best to part!”
I thought of this the other day, when our relations came
To eat the Xmas turkey, and more things than I could name.
For Aunt’s face got as red as fire when Uncle Ned came in,
“Peace and goodwill at Xmas time,” said pa, with such a grin.
“I wish,” said I to brother Tom, “they’d have a wedding day,
What is the good of two nice folks sulking around this way?
I’d be a bridesmaid for them, Tom, and wouldn’t that be fun,
Then we’d go there for holidays as soon as school was done.”
“Don’t you believe such stuff of him,” said brother Tom to me,
“Why, everyone that falls in love is silly as can be!