Part 30 (2/2)

The fishes swim in at the window, And the fishes swim out at the door, And the lobsters and eels go dancing quadrilles All over the beautiful floor.

There's a silver throne at on end, And a golden throne at the other; And on them you see, as plain as can be, ”Queen Rosy” and ”Queen Mother.”

And I will sit on the silver throne, And Rosy shall sit on the gold; And there we will stay, and frolic and play, Until we're a thousand years old.

BUNKER HILL MONUMENT.

Do you see that stately column, Children dear, Lifting its gray head to heaven, Year by year?

Telling of the battle fought, Telling of the good work wrought, Telling of the victory bought, Bought so dear!

Oh! the costly blood that flowed, Children mine!

Fast as from the purple grapes Flows the wine!

Oh! the heroes lying dead!

Oh! the women's hearts that bled!

Oh! the bitter tears they shed, Children mine!

Long ago the tears were dried, Children dear!

Long ago the weepers died, Year by year.

But the column old and gray Tells the story day by day.

”Victory!” it seems to say.

”Victory's here!”

MAY.

Is there anything new to sing about you, May, my dear?

Any unhackneyed thing about you, Pray, my dear?

Anything that has not been sung Long ago, when the world was young, By silver throat and golden tongue?

Say, my dear!

So many have said that your eyes are blue, May, my dear; It must be a tiresome fact, though true, May, my dear.

And if I, for one, my gracious Queen, Should boldly a.s.sert that your eyes are green, 'Twould be a relief to you, I ween.

Eh, my dear?

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