  To Resolve his Doubt. I have no passion to bestow, My heart no more can beat Like the caged bird that to and fro Flutters your hand to greet. In a sad peace no raptures stir My twilight years have set, Embalming but in bitter myrrh All I cannot forget. When hope is dead, and sweet desire And love's brief April rains, Only the spirit to inquire Unconquered still remains. 'Tis that that bows my soul; although I'm prostrate at your feet, Only because I want to know— That's why I ask you, sweet! Suggested Title.—George Newnes brings out Zigzags at the Zoo, writ by Morrison and drawn most humorously by the Gentle Shepherd. A good title would have been Fore-Newnes at the Zoo. |
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