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there are fences?All round the whole lot where you strayed,
While you wore yourself down to a shadow?Yet failed to discover your sphere;?For you'll see Adam down in the meadow?And think what a goosey you were!
And then when your classmates are singing?Once more for good-by the old glees,?And the round painted lanterns are swinging?And sputtering out in the trees,
When everything stales and withers?Except the great stars up above,?Your heartstrings will all go to smithers,?You'll just be one crumple of love.
And Adam will be such a duffer?(Dear fellow, I mean), he'll contrive,?Till you make him, to not make him suffer,?The happiest mortal alive.
Oh, it makes me too ill to continue,?Imagining how it will be?When some dapper youth comes to win you?And smiles condescension on me!
I shall loathe his immaculate breeding,?And advise you in time to refuse.?To think he will share in your reading,?And even unbutton your shoes!
And yet when for that precious laddie?Your hair is all crinkled and curled,?I guess you'll be just like your daddy,?The dearest old soul in the world!
CONCERNING KAVIN.
When Kavin comes back from the barber,?Although he no longer is young,?One cheek is as soft as his heart,?And the other as smooth as his tongue.
KAVIN AGAIN.
It is not anything he says,?It's just his presence and his smile,?The blarney of his silences?That cocker and beguile.
ACROSS THE TABLE. To A. L. L.
Here's to you, Arthur! You and I?Have seen a lot of stormy weather,?Since first we clinked cups on the sly?At school together.
The winds of fate have had their will?And blown our crafts so far apart?We hardly knew if either still?Were on the chart.
But now I know the love of man?Is more than time or space or fate,?And laugh to scorn the powers that ban,?With you for mate.
It's good to have you sitting by,?Old man, to prove the world no botch,?To shame the devil with your eye?And pass the Scotch.
BARNEY McGEE.
Barney McGee, there's no end of good luck in you,?Will-o'-the-wisp, with a flicker of Puck in you,?Wild as a bull-pup and all of his pluck in you,--?Let a man tread on your coat and he'll see!--?Eyes like the lakes of Killarney for clarity,?Nose that turns up without any vulgarity,?Smile like a cherub, and hair that is carroty,--?Wow, you're a rarity, Barney McGee!?Mellow as Tarragon,?Prouder than Aragon--?Hardly a paragon,?You will agree--?Here's all that's fine to you!?Books and old wine to you!?Girls be divine to you,?Barney McGee!
Lucky the day when I met you unwittingly,?Dining where vagabonds came and went flittingly.?Here's some Barbera to drink it befittingly,?That day at Silvio's, Barney McGee!?Many's the time we have quaffed our Chianti there,?Listened to Silvio quoting us Dante there,--?Once more to drink Nebiolo spumante there,?How we'd pitch Pommery into the sea!?There where the gang of us?Met ere Rome rang of us,?They had the hang of us?To a degree.?How they would trust to you!?That was but just to you.?Here's o'er their dust to you,?Barney McGee!
Barney McGee, when you're sober you scintillate,?But when you're in drink you're the pride of the intellect; Divil a one of us ever came in till late,?Once at the bar where you happened to be--?Every eye there like a spoke in you centering,?You with your eloquence, blarney, and bantering--?All Vagabondia shouts at your entering,?King of the Tenderloin, Barney McGee!?There's no satiety?In your society?With the variety?Of your esprit.?Here's a long purse to you,?And a great thirst to you!?Fate be no worse to you,?Barney McGee!
Och, and the girls whose poor hearts you deracinate,?Whirl and bewilder and flutter and fascinate!?Faith, it's so killing you are, you assassinate,--?Murder's the word for you, Barney McGee!?Bold when they're sunny and smooth when they're showery,--?Oh, but the style of you, fluent and flowery!?Chesterfield's way, with a touch of the Bowery!?How would they silence you, Barney machree??Naught can your gab allay,?Learned as Rabelais?(You in his abbey lay?Once on the spree).?Here's to the smile of you,?(Oh, but the guile of you!)?And a long while of you,?Barney McGee!
Facile with phrases of length and Latinity,?Like honorificabilitudinity,?Where is the maid could resist your vicinity,?Wiled by the impudent grace of your plea??Then your vivacity and pertinacity?Carry the day with the divil's audacity;?No mere veracity robs your sagacity?Of perspicacity, Barney McGee.?When all is new to them,?What will you do to them??Will you be true to them??Who shall decree??Here's a fair strife to you!?Health and long life to you!?And a great wife to you,?Barney McGee!
Barney McGee, you're the pick of gentility;?Nothing can phase you, you've such a facility;?Nobody ever yet found your utility,--?That is the charm of you, Barney McGee;?Under conditions that others would stammer in,?Still unperturbed as a cat or a Cameron,?Polished as somebody in the Decameron,?Putting the glamour on prince or Pawnee!?In your meanderin',?Love, and philanderin',?Calm as a mandarin?Sipping his tea!?Under the art of you,?Parcel and part of you,?Here's to the heart of you,?Barney McGee!
You who were ever alert to befriend a man,?You who were ever the