POETRY.

Globe, Volume I, Issue 47, 24 July 1874, Page 3

POETRY.

AN APRIL SERMON. From “ Once a Week.” Fair Nelly is a butterfly Who loves the brightest flovv’rs, But she will pout and fret and sigh E’en during passing showTs; When sunbeams gild each golden curl She’ll carol light aud gay, But, oh! I fear she’s not the girl B’or any rainy day! There’s dimpled Dora, sweetest pet, And fairest of the fair; She’ll trifle with a coronet Or jilt a millionaire: A blue-eyed, bonny, cool coquette, Brave hearts she will betray; Their owners she will quite forget, Ou any rainy day! Sweet Geraldine on summer days, Is just the girl for me; Her smiles are then beyond all praise, Her heart is full of glee: But had she not her Arab steed, Her Ladies’ Mile in May, I fear she would look glum indeed On any rainy day! I fancy Alice might be true, Sho’s such a little dear, If I had an estate or two, Aud thousands ten a year; A Dresden china little dear, But not the sort of clay To form the idol I’d revere Ou any rainy day. Majestic Maud would fix her throne In lordly hall or park 1 She could not love—for love alone, A foreign Office clerk ; A Hide house in Oamden Town, Her lover’s little pay, I fear would make my lady frown Ou any rainy day 1 Proud Ethel is the sort of queen At opera to reign, To show her brilliants flashing sheen And rich brocaded train : She ne’er could wear a muslin drers Nor “ cab it” to the play ; She’s not Ihc girl, L must confess, For any rainy day, I know a pet of eighteen years, Who, true in joy and pain, Will sweetly smile through falling tears, Like April sun through rain : Whose bright brown eyes most brightly shine, When skies are coldest, gray. I’d like to call that beauty miue On any rainy day 1 I would that she were close to me, I’d read her eyes, and then p'raps to this simple homily Slic’d sigh a sweet: “Amen How sunny life’s sad monotone, Illumined by this ray 1 With such a darling for my own Ou any rainy day 1