A Song for a Catarrh. Punch
By Bary ALLe is like the suL,
WheL at the dawL it fliLgs
Its goldeL sBiles of light upoL
Earth’s greeL and loLely thiLgs.
IL vaiL I sue, I oLly wiL
FroB her a scorLful frowL,
But sooL as I By prayers begiL,
She cries O Lo! begoLe,
Yes! yes! the burtheL of her soLg
Is Lo! Lo! Lo! begoLe!
By Bary ALLe is like the mooL,
WheL first her silver sheeL
Awakes the LightiLgale’s soft tuLe,
That else had sileLt beeL.
But Bary ALLe, like darkest Light,
OL be, alas! looks dowL;
Her sBiles oL others beaB their light,
Her frowLs are all By owL.
I’ve but oLe burtheL to By soLg—
Her frowLs are all By owL.