ONE THOUSAND FAMOUS THINGS 137

In Some Unlucky
LOEJS ! If I were Persia's king,
I'd make my graceful queen of thee ;
While Fanny, wild and artless thing,
Should but thy humble handmaid be.
There is but one objection in it,
That verily, I'm much afraid,
I should in some unlucky minute
Forsake the mistress for the maid !
Thomas Moore
The Rapids Are Near and DayligM Past
FAINTLY as tolls the evening chime
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
Soon as the woods on the shore look dim
We'll sing at St Anne's our parting hymn.
Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Why should we yet our sail unfurl ?
There is not a breath the blue wave to curl ;
But when the wind blows off the shore
Oh, sweetly we'll rest our weary oar.
Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Utawa's tide I this trembling moon
Shall see us float over thy surges soon.
Saint of this green isle, hear our prayers,
Oh, grant us cool heavens and favouring airs !
Blow, breezes, blow, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near and the daylight's past.
Canadian Boat Song, by Thomas Moore
An Epitaph
r-pHE body of Benjamin Franklin, printer,
JL Like the cover of an old book,
Its contents torn out,
And stript of its lettering and gilding,
Lies here, food for worms ;
Yet the work itself shall not be lost,
For it will (he believes) appear once more
In a new
And more beautiful edition,
Corrected and amended
by
The Author.