And till thou earnest all my prayers were vain,
For while my purse was full, my brain was light.
Therefore, O Wolf, I welcome thee again
To speed the Muse—that I may dine to-night.
THE FALL OF J. W. BEANE.
A GHOST STORY.
And till thou earnest all my prayers were vain,
For while my purse was full, my brain was light.
Therefore, O Wolf, I welcome thee again
To speed the Muse—that I may dine to-night.
A GHOST STORY.