Their petals now drooped
But fragrance still sweet,
My heart with trueness
For you ever beats.
All the whole world
And its treasures of gold
Could tell no sweeter story
Than these roses have told.
So fate could ne’er send
No sweeter one, dear,
Than you with your love
And tender care.
EYES
Eyes that speak
Are worth their weight in gold.
For many a aching heart
With love they console.
They have no words
Like the trembling lips,
Though glance by glance
You can read their manuscript.
LAZY MULE
Gee, Gee,
Yo better quit dat pestern me.
Woe, tell I unkiber dis corn,
A raskul like yo shud nebber ben bon,
When de sun comes out yo am looken fo de cool
An’ dat’s de powful acten uv a lazy mule.
Den dah’s de minet I gits de bridle
Yo eyes am shut yo mine goes idle.
Did yo had no risens or go to school—no.
Ah, dat’s de rezen yo’s a lazy mule.
Now maybe tumorh I’ll drove yo tu town,
And what I means yo gwine tu sweep de groun,
Yo won’t drug along acten a fool,
Yo’ll git up an muv, lazy mule.