A little book of tribune verse A number of hitherto uncollected poems, grave and gay |
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NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTIONS.
'Twas but a month ago today,
'Twixt old year and the new,
I laid my pipe and pouch away,
No more to smoke or chew;
To round my resolutions fair,
And from all vices sever,
I vowed I nevermore would swear,
Not even hardly ever.
'Twixt old year and the new,
I laid my pipe and pouch away,
No more to smoke or chew;
To round my resolutions fair,
And from all vices sever,
I vowed I nevermore would swear,
Not even hardly ever.
I felt so lonesome like, anon,
While pining for a smoke
That, brooding all my grief upon,
An oath was almost spoke;
An oath! when I had just foresworn
All words that vicious be!
Nay, rather than be tempted more,
Return, O pipe, to me!
While pining for a smoke
That, brooding all my grief upon,
An oath was almost spoke;
An oath! when I had just foresworn
All words that vicious be!
Nay, rather than be tempted more,
Return, O pipe, to me!
And pondering on the habit vile
That threatened moral ruin,
I drifted with a bitter smile,
Back to my pouch and chewin';
So, of my resolutions, two
Have vanished in the air,
The third shall stick my lifetime through,
For,—me, I'll not swear!
That threatened moral ruin,
I drifted with a bitter smile,
Back to my pouch and chewin';
So, of my resolutions, two
Have vanished in the air,
The third shall stick my lifetime through,
For,—me, I'll not swear!
January 29th, 1883.
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