Jasmine Is Sweet, And Has Many Loves.

Dear Bells! How Sweet The Sound Of Village Bells When On The Undulating Air They Swim!

Oh! God! That Bread Should Be So Dear, And Flesh And Blood So Cheap!

Fuss Is The Froth Of Business.

Oh Would I Were Dead Now, Or Up In My Bed Now, To Cover My Head Now, And Have A Good Cry!

The Moon, The Moon, So Silver And Cold, Her Fickle Temper Has Oft Been Told, Now Shade--now Bright And Sunny-- But Of All The Lunar Things That Change, The One That Shows Most Fickle And Strange, And Takes The Most Eccentric Range, Is The Moon--so Called--of Honey!