_To Resolve his Doubt._
I have no passion to bestow,
My heart no more can beat
Like the caged bird that to and fro
Flutters your hand to greet.
In a sad peace no raptures stir
My twilight years have set,
Embalming but in bitter myrrh
All I cannot forget.
When hope is dead, and sweet desire
And love's brief April rains,
Only the spirit to inquire
Unconquered still remains.
'Tis that that bows my soul; although
I'm prostrate at your feet,
Only because I want to know--
That's why I ask you, sweet!
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SUGGESTED TITLE.--GEORGE NEWNES brings out _Zigzags at the Zoo_, writ
by MORRISON and drawn most humorously by the Gentle SHEPHERD. A good
title would have been _Fore-Newnes at the Zoo_.
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