Complimentary Versicles to Jessie Lewars


 * THE TOAST


 * Fill me with the rosy wine,
 * Call a toast, a toast divine:
 * Giveth me Poet’s darling flame,
 * Lovely Jessie be her name;
 * Then thou mayest freely boast,
 * Thou hast given a peerless toast.


 * THE MENAGERIE


 * Talk not to me of savages,
 * From Afric’s burning sun;
 * No savage e’er could rend my heart,
 * As Jessie, thou hast done:
 * But Jessie’s lovely hand in mine,
 * A mutual faith to plight,
 * Not even to view the heavenly choir,
 * Would be so blest a sight.


 * JESSIE’S ILLNESS


 * Say, sages, what’s the charm on earth
 * Can turn Death’s dart aside!
 * It is not purity and worth,
 * Else Jessie had not died.


 * ON HER RECOVERY


 * But rarely seen since Nature’s birth,
 * The natives of the sky;
 * Yet still one seraph’s left on earth,
 * For Jessie did not die.