"AND ONLY MAN IS VILE."
(EASTER REFLECTIONS.)
'Neath a sky no longer grey ; boots.
And the G.E.R. is running Six excursion trains per day.
Down the lanes where tasselled catkins Drop their much-dishevelled grain Promenadeth Tommy Atkins (Commandeered by Mary Jane).
Through the springing meadow grasses Where the early cowslip grows, Our exultant 'Arry passes, Flicking heads off as he goes.
You may mark his dismal traces By the scattered primrose roots :
PLACID COWS
sunning their sides are See their little dainty faces Smirched by his abhorred Now the glowworm's tiny taper Sets the grass-blades all aglow ; And the loathly sandwich-paper Desecrates, where'er you go.
Let us do a deed angelic! Let us piously inter Each profane and grisly relic In a ditch for sepulchre.
For it boots not to upbraid him : Void of understanding he As the engine that conveyed him To our ruffled Arcady.
J. E. BALL.
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