Wings! like youth’s fleet moments Which swiftly o’er me pass’d, Wings! like my early visions, Too bright, too fair, to last: Wings! that I might re-call them The lov’d, the lost, the dead; Wings! that I might fly after The past long vanished. Wings! to lift me upward, Soaring with eagle flight, Wings! to waft me heav’nward And back in realms of light. Wings! to be no more wearied, Lull’d in eternal rest. Wings! to be sweetly folded Where faith and love are bless’d. From the German by PERCY BOYD. ―――― CURLS. (A Parody by a Flirt.) Curls, that I might roll them In paper coils at night; Curls that I might hide them, Away till morning light. Curls, to hang in clusters, Of silken texture fair; Curls, to kiss me gently, In evening’s balmy air. Curls, that I might sever For my own lover true; Curls, perhaps to give one, To other lovers too. Curls, that all may see them, Curls, reaching to my knee; Curls, that men might press them To hearts that beat for me. Curls of jet or golden, I care not which they be; Curls, to waft me lovers In shoals triumphantly. Curls, that girls may gaze on With longing, wond’ring eyes; Curls, to flit before them And draw their envious sighs. Curls, that men might hover Around me lovingly; Curls, that I might conquer Mankind, and yet be free. HARPER. _The Cheltonian._ June, 1873. ――――:o:―――― IT CAME WITH THE MERRY MAY, LOVE. ―――― A Parody by the G. O. M. (_Solo_). It came with the joyful June, love, That vote against taxing beer; And your William resigned eft soon, love, The place that he held so dear. To the nation it seemed like a boon, love, But to me it was bitter woe; Only a year ago love, Only a year ago. It came with the joyful June, love, The smash of my Irish Bill, And again as a poor gone coon, love You wept for your fallen Will. The majority it was more, love, Than that which struck the blow, And made me so very sore, love, Only a year ago. _Solo resumed_ It came with the joyful June, love, My need for the Irish vote; I was not such a witless loon, love; But I knew how to turn my coat; So I vowed that the men of reason Were Mr. Parnell and Co., Though I thought they were steeped in treason. Only a year ago.