Cast forth into the deep thy net.”
He vanished. Mused the stern old man:
“I wonder who the de’il was he!
In every inch he looked a king,
But plied the hatchet splendidly.”
THE EASTER KISS.[8]
Soon “the Sun-bright Feast-day” cometh,
I will claim my Easter kiss.
Others, then, will stand around us;
Pray, my Dora, mark you this!