MY SHIP OF THOUGHTS
Anchored deep in mid ocean
Are my ship of thoughts,
I should sail out and get them,
That’s just what I ought.
For once they run smooth
With calmness of the sea,
Bringing all of love’s beauty
Back home to me.
In a mad rushing storm,
But she would stand as brave,
When each flash of lightning
Showed the depth of her grave.
There’s no lighthouse
To guide her in,
Nor to raise her anchor
From the wages of sin.
THE SOUL OF A BUD
A darling little maiden
So sweet, so fair,
With tiny dimples
And beauty so rare,
But I wonder if goodness knows
If she e’er could repose.
From the sweet loving manner
She gave me this rose,
Now this tiny little bud
Seems to whisper in my ear,
Saying hearts of hearts with tenderness
To one another are dear.
ONE’S NEXT BEST FRIEND
I was lost in the valley
All veiled with fog,
Back o’er the hill
Was a howl of a dog.
He was doing his bit
In trying to keep peace,
For his dear old master
Had just deceased.
In that old cabin
Was a dear little child;
The wolves rushed around
Madly and wild.
On came the morn,
But I’d grown pale.
The sun came up and
Removed the veil.
Then I jogged along
O’er the bumpy ground,
I stopped at this cabin
And there I found
A wonderful baby!
With eyes so bright
’Twould light the way
Through the darkest night.
From under the bed
Came a grunt of a hog,
I knelt and found
’Twas that little dog.