Still be it ours, in Care's despite,
To join the chorus free-

"I love my love, because I know
My love loves me."

UNHAPPY JOHN.

I.

UNHAPPY John doubts woman's truth,
And vows true love is dead and gone ;—
Why?—He was jilted in his youth;
A false fair maid abandoned John:
Because he found one cankered peach,
All fruit is worthless in his eyes.—
Come forth, ye gentle souls, and teach
The selfish craven how he lies;
Come forth, ye ladies bright and fair,
Point at him your reproving hands,
And let your eyes your truth declare,
And shame him where he stands.

II.

Unhappy John is sick of schemes;
He doubts the use of striving on ;—
Why?-Something is amiss, it seems,
And failure has disheartened John;

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He moans in pitiful distress,

Because his projects topple down.

Come forth,

ye

masters of success,

Ye builders of your own renown,

Who dig the mine or fell the oak;
Show him your hard and blistered hands,
Tell him the worth of stroke on stroke,
And shame him where he stands.

III.

Unhappy John distrusts his kind;
He gives the world his malison;—
Why?-He was somewhat weak and blind,
And a false rogue defrauded John.
He thinks misanthropy is right,

If he be cheated of his pelf.—

Come forth, true souls, and in your light
Depict the bigot to himself,
Come forth, ye generous and good,
With spotless hearts and liberal hands,
Show him the face of brotherhood,
And shame him where he stands.

MAY MARY.

A STREET ROMANCE.

1.

"What! is it you, May Mary? You, in this tawdry gown?

With painted cheeks, and hollow eyes, An outcast in this wretched guise,

A victim of the town?

II.

"Oh Mary! sad May Mary!

Five little years ago,

I saw you on the village green,

A bashful maiden of sixteen,
As pure as falling snow.

III.

"Oh desolate May Mary!
Your face was blooming then,

Your laugh rang merry in our cars,
And lovely both in smiles and tears,
You won the hearts of men.