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Second

BOOK OF VERSE




BY EUGENE FIELD


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Second

BOOK OF VERSE

BY

EUGENE FIELD

          NEW YORK
          CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS
          1896




          _Copyright, 1892_,

          BY JULIA SUTHERLAND FIELD.


          _A little bit of a woman came
            Athwart my path one day;
          So tiny was she that she seemed to be
          A pixy strayed from the misty sea,
            Or a wandering greenwood fay._

          _"Oho, you little elf!" I cried,
            "And what are you doing here?
          So tiny as you will never do
          For the brutal rush and hullaballoo
            Of this practical world, I fear."_

          _"Voice have I, good sir," said she.--
            "'Tis soft as an Angel's sigh,
          But to fancy a word of yours were heard
          In all the din of this world's absurd!"
            Smiling, I made reply._

          _"Hands have I, good sir" she quoth.--
            "Marry, and that have you!
          But amid the strife and the tumult rife
          In all the struggle and battle for life,
            What can those wee hands do?"_

          _"Eyes have I, good sir," she said.--
            "Sooth, you have," quoth I,
          "And tears shall flow therefrom, I trow,
          And they betimes shall dim with woe,
            As the hard, hard years go by!"_

          _That little bit of a woman cast
            Her two eyes full on me,
          And they smote me sore to my inmost core,
          And they hold me slaved forevermore,--
            Yet would I not be free!_

          _That little bit of a woman's hands
            Reached up into my breast
          And rent apart my scoffing heart,--
          And they buffet it still with such sweet art
            As cannot be expressed._

          _That little bit of a woman's voice
            Hath grown most wondrous dear;
          Above the blare of all elsewhere
          (An inspiration that mocks at care)
            It riseth full and clear._

          _Dear one, I bless the subtle power
            That makes me wholly thine;
          And I'm proud to say that I bless the day
          When a little woman wrought her way
            Into this life of mine!_




The Verse in this Second Book.


                                     PAGE

          FATHER'S WAY      1

          TO MY MOTHER      5

          KOeRNER'S BATTLE PRAYER      7

          GOSLING STEW      9

          CATULLUS TO LESBIA      12

          JOHN SMITH      13

          ST. MARTIN'S LANE      22

          THE SINGING IN GOD'S-ACRE      25

          DEAR OLD LONDON      28

          CORSICAN LULLABY (Folk-Song)      33

          THE CLINK OF THE ICE      35

          BELLS OF NOTRE DAME      39

          LOVER'S LANE, ST. JO      41

          CRUMPETS AND TEA      44

          AN IMITATION OF DR. WATTS      47

          INTRY-MINTRY      48

          MODJESKY AS CAMEEL      51

          TELLING THE BEES      60

          THE TEA-GOWN      62

          DOCTORS      64

          BARBARA      69

          THE CAFE MOLINEAU      72

          HOLLY AND IVY      75

          THE BOLTONS, 22