Select Poetry.

Thames Star, Volume XII, Issue 3981, 1 October 1881, Page 1

Select Poetry.

THEGrARBET.

With pensive eyei the little roo •• I view, Where, in my youth, I weatbfred it so long, With a blithe comrade, a staunch friend or two, And a light heart •till breaking into tong: ' Making a mock of,life and all its cans, fiich in the glory of uj riling bud, Lightly I vaulted op four pair of •tain, In the brare days when I was twenty-one. Yes, 'tis a gorret—let him know who will; There was my bed—full, bard it was And small j, .}.,.. lty tabfc tt*r«~ftnd I decipher •Oil . ' Half a lam* couplet cbarooalsd on 41m wall. •,. Ye joys, that tim« bs* swept with him 1 a war, ' Come to mine eyes, ye dreams of l*t Md * w" - fm»j « _• , '* ■* •, -1,-- - For you I pawned my watch how mmj a da?, v In the brare days when I was twenty one. ~"~ And'see my little Jessy, first of all; ■' She comes with pouting lips and sparkling eyes: Behold, bow roguishly she pint her shawl Across the narrow easement curtain-wias t .Now by my coucfr her dainty robe glides down, ■ And when did woman look the worse in none? ■ > ■ I have heard since who paid for many a gown, In the brave days when I was twenty-one; ' One jolly evening, when my friends and I Made happy mueie with bur. songs and cheets. A shout of triumph mounted up on high, And distant cannon opened on our ears; We rise—we join in the triumphant strainNapoleon conquers-rAustralitj is won— Tyrants shall never tread us down again, In the brave days when I was twenty-one. Jpet us begone—the place is sad and strange-* How far, far off, these happy times appear! All (hat I hare to lire I'd gladly change'" ' ' For one such month as I hare wasted here:' To draw long drams of beauty, lore, aad i r , power, From founts of hope that nerer will outrun* * And drink all life's quintessence in an hour, - Give me the days when I was twenty«ohe. —THACKEBAT. ' ; .