Snowdrops from a Curate’s Garden

“ SPLITS ” Who has not seen arid envied (with a grunt) The lusty partner of a maiden prance Up and down gaily in a glorious country dance ? What joy have mariners to sail a brig ! Who knows not how they heed not, neither reck, Or how a sailor loves a goodly frigate’s deck ? Or his who leaves his wife, his only joy. “ Ah ! Soul of mine, I weep that we must part.” Yet never goes abroad without a buoyant heart. Such joys are his who loves the grassy knoll And contemplates the sad, effusive me. Nor seeks in vain the Virgin Mary’s holy shrine. [127]