DO WAIT, IF YOU CAN.
I've mended the sheets and the pillow-slips, too,
And said, for months past,—A week more they may do!
Patched, woven, and stitched, the inside turned out,
Reversed and inserted, and twisted about,
Till articles number but few in the drawer,
That haven't a patch, or a seam, or a flaw;
All this the result of the great wisdom of man,
Who replied from the first—Do wait, if you can.
And said, for months past,—A week more they may do!
Patched, woven, and stitched, the inside turned out,
Reversed and inserted, and twisted about,
Till articles number but few in the drawer,
That haven't a patch, or a seam, or a flaw;
All this the result of the great wisdom of man,
Who replied from the first—Do wait, if you can.
Appeals that were urgent; this was the reply:
White cloth will be cheaper, my dear, by-and-by;
This horrible war will soon come to an end,
The South again to us their cotton will send.
Speculation is rife; the merchant to-day
Is having the price-current all his own way;
Stewart in cotton is leading the van,
And still it goes on—Do wait, if you can.
White cloth will be cheaper, my dear, by-and-by;
This horrible war will soon come to an end,
The South again to us their cotton will send.
Speculation is rife; the merchant to-day
Is having the price-current all his own way;
Stewart in cotton is leading the van,
And still it goes on—Do wait, if you can.
The same it has been for two terrible years,
And no change, as yet, in the programme appears;
White cotton is up, and the black man is free,
The condition of things distressing to see.
And no change, as yet, in the programme appears;
White cotton is up, and the black man is free,
The condition of things distressing to see.
