I’ve measured by the selfsame track,
Yet doubt the distance more and more,
’Tis so much longer coming back!
WITH A PAIR OF GLOVES LOST IN A
WAGER.
We wagered, she for sunshine, I for rain,
And I should hint sharp practice if I dared;
For was not she beforehand sure to gain
Who made the sunshine we together shared?
SIXTY-EIGHTH BIRTHDAY.
As life runs on, the road grows strange
With faces new, and near the end
The milestones into headstones change,
’Neath every one a friend.