Gentles love through angel-meter,
Which the grace of God outrhymes,
Calling, calling endless times!
When “Gertie,” “Peter” you so lift
As if the very stars you’d sift,
Down to their souls to voice their bliss,
O mocking-birds, do you know this?
A JOLLY GOOD FRIENDSHIP IS BETTER THAN ALL
(A BALLADE)
By Henry Meade Bland