(To T. W. Lang.)
The burden of hard hitting: slog away!
Here shalt thou make a “five” and there a “four,”
And then upon thy bat shalt lean and say,
That thou art in for an uncommon score.
Yea, the loud ring applauding thee shall roar,
And thou to rival Thornton shalt aspire,
When low, the Umpire gives thee “leg before,”—
“This is the end of every man’s desire!”
The burden of much bowling, when the stay