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44 THE GOLDEN TREASURY OF |
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One other turn, and Heave 0, cheerly, men ! Heave, and good-bye to the shore ! Our money, how went it ? We shared it and spent it; Next year we'll come back with some more, Heave O ! |
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WINNING
H
ER blue eyes they beam and they twinkle, Her lips have made smiling more fair; On cheek and on brow there's no wrinkle, But thousands of curls in her hair.
She's little,—you don't wish her taller;
Just half through the teens is her age; And baby or lady to call her,
Were something to puzzle a sage !
Her walk is far better than dancing ;
She speaks as another might sing; And all by an innocent chancing,
Like lambkins and birds in the spring.
Unskill'd in the airs of the city,
She's perfect in natural grace; She's gentle and truthful and witty,
And ne'er spends a thought on her face —
Her face, with the fine glow that's in it,
As fresh as an apple-tree bloom ; And oh ! when she comes, in a minute,
Like sunbeams she brightens the room. |
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