And then—"we parted," you to sail
For Oshkosh, in the simple steerage,
But now—excuse my girlish glee—
You reappear, and in the peerage!
Baron Alfred T. de T.,
Were you indeed misunderstood
That other day I heard you say,
"'Tis only noble to be good?"
I really thought you then affirmed—
'Tis so the words come back to me,