Our souls with nobler things to link,
Bars all,—but one bar labelled drink?
Our Sunday.
And, when of this world we are clear,
What is it, in another sphere,
Won’t be flung at us, as ’twas here?
Our Sunday.
Punch. June 12, 1880.
——:o:——
The Egyptian Baby.
(As sung by the Khedive, Tewfik.)