Leprechauns and cluricauns,
Their gold is seldom found.
Maybe of a morning early
As you pass a lonely rath,
You may see a little curly-
Headed fairy in your path.
He'll be working at a shoe,
But he'll have his eye on you-
Leprechauns and cluricauns,
They know just what to do.
Visions of a life of riches
Surely will before you flash;
(You'll no longer dig the ditches,
You'll be well supplied with cash.)
And you'll seize the little man,
And you'll hold him--if you can;
Leprechauns and cluricauns,
'Tis they're the slipp'ry clan!
DENIS A. MCCARTHY
L'ENVOI
WHEN the time for parting comes, and the
day is on the wane,
And the silent evening darkens over hill and over
plain,
And earth holds no more sorrow, no more grief,
and no more pain,
Shall we weary for the battle and the strife?
When at last the trail is ending, and the stars are
growing near,
And we breathe the breath of conquest, and the
voices that we hear
Are the great companions' voices that have hallowed
year on year,
Shall we know an instant's grieving as we pass?
Shall we pause a fleeting moment ere we grasp
the eager hands,
Take one last long look of wonder at the dimming
of the lands,
Love the earth one glowing moment ere we pass from
its demands,
Cull all beauty in its essence as we gaze?
Or with not one backward longing shall we leap the
last abyss,
Scale the highest crags glad-hearted, fearful only
lest the bliss
Of an earth-remembering instant should delay the
great sun's kiss-
Consuming us within the flame?
DOROTHEA LAWRENCE MANN
TO IMAGINATION
SUGGESTED BY MAXFIELD PARRISH'S "AIR CASTLES"
O BEAUTEOUS boy a-dream, what visions
sought
Of pictures magical thy eyes unfold,
What triumphs of celestial wonders wrought,
What marvels from a breath of beauty rolled!
Skyward and seaward on the clouds are scrolled,
A mystic imagery of castled thought,
A thousand worlds to lose,--or win and mould--
A radiant iridescence swiftly caught
Of ever-changing glory, fancy-fraught.
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