More Law Lyrics (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1898 Excerpt: ... GOLD-CALF. Since first for gold-calf on a pole A people left its Paschals, The Law has never had the sole Monopoly of rascals. The car of Juggernaut, we're told, Ground down its victims many; And still the car of shining gold Grinds down the dusky penny. How many wretches and their rags Have trickled through the fillers That yawn above the money-bags Of brewers and distillers? The gold that gilds the gin-saloon Was gathered up in coppers: The sweater's dole, the beggar's boon, The bite and sup of paupers. How many bankrupt traders lie Beneath the broad foundations On which monopolists now ply Their mighty occupations? The diamond star upon his breast Marks but the sole survival Of all the little lives outprest From every trading rival. Put not temptation in the way Of weak and witless brothers--As you'd have others do and say, That say and do to others. We learnt these things when boys at school, And beardless were our faces; And still that very ancient rule Meets many modern cases. WHEN MAY BECLOUDS THE THORN. When May beclouds the thorn with fragrant snow, And unstained cowslips in the pinewoods grow, When wren and chaffinch leave the window-ledge, To flirt and twitter in the scant green hedge, I sought a garden, curiously outlaid With flowers, and opal gravel, and green blade. With hand in breast, from walk to walk I wandered; With chin in hand, I stood, and looked, and pondered, --Marking the beds of roses, scarce in leaf, The yellow daffodils, the tulips brief, Stunt pansies, with their deeply-dinted shields, And thought of tilting buttercups in fields; Then to the grass I turned my easy tread, And there beheld the robe of May outspread, Wove with the firstling daisies still unshorn, Embroidered with crocus' bright lanthorn. And then methought--May is t...