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DOMESTIC HAPPINESS.
……The only bliss
Of Paradise that has survived the fall.
I.
“
eside the nuptial curtain bright,”
The bard of Eden sings,
“Young Love his constant lamp will light,
And wave his purple wings.”
But rain-drops from the clouds of care
May bid that lamp be dim,
And the boy Love will pout and swear
’Tis then no place for him.
II.
So mused the lovely Mrs. Dash
(’Tis wrong to mention names)
When for her surly husband’s cash
She urged in vain her claims.
“I want a little money, dear,
For Vandervoort and Flandin,
Their bill, which now has run a year,
To-morrow mean to hand in.”
