Andersen has grown old in years, and with age he has increase of art, but he was never younger in spirit, and his genius never blossomed with more freshness and beauty.
VERSES
WRITTEN FOR THE INTERNATIONAL MAGAZINE,
BY R. H. STODDARD.
My desk is heaped with niceties
From tropic lands divine,
But this is braver far than all—
A flask of Chian wine!
Brim up my golden drinking-cup,
And reach a dish of fruit,
And then unlock my cabinet,
And hand me out my lute;
For when these luxuries have fed
And filled my brain with light,
I must compose a nuptial song,
To suit my bridal night!