A MESALLIANCE.

I hear sweet music, rich gowns I wear, I live in splendour and state; But I'd give it all to be young once more, And steal through the old low-lintelled door, To watch at the orchard gate.

There are flowers by thousands these ball-rooms bear, Fair blossoms, wondrous and new; But all the flowers that a hot-house grows I would give for the scent of a certain rose That a cottage garden grew!

Oh, diamonds that sparkle on bosom and hair, Oh, rubies that glimmer and glow— I am tired of my bargain and tired of you! I would give you all for a daisy or two From a little grave I know.