ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS 121

James Russell Lowell to Oliver Wendell Holmes

us ail ! Who else like you
Could sift the seedcorn from our chaff,
And make us, with the pen we knew,
Deathless at least hi epitaph ?
A 75th birthday greeting
The Gods be Praised, I'm Poor no More
THE Gods be praised, I'm poor no more !
Henceforth, my friends, consider me
A gentleman of property ;
My days of bread and scrape are o'er.
Farewell to Fortune's flouts and frowns 9
Pve fifty crowns, Fve fifty crowns !
Yes, every year
I pocket clear
A revenue of fifty crowns.
Comrades, the universe is mine !
I could, if so I chose, maintain
The splendour of a sovereign,
And with a hundred orders shine.
My roof shall never want a guest ;
Relations, Mends, of every hue,
Par excellence, my comrades, you,
All shall be feted on the best.
Farewell to Fortune's flouts and frowns,
Fve fifty crowns s Fve fifty crowns !
Yes, every year
I pocket clear
A revenue of fifty crowns,
Pierre Jean de Beranger
On, On, My Little Boat
BY tranquil breezes, night and morn,
Along a tranquil tide,
My little barque is lightly borne,
Wherever Fate may guide.
With swelling sail she wings away
Afar, afar we float.
(Sweet zephyr, softly round her play !)
On, on, my little boat !
With Fortune's wind a port we'll find,
On, on, my little boat !
Pierre Jean de Beranger