A VALENTINE'S SONG 31 A VALENTINE'S SONG MOTLEY I count the only wear That suits, in this mixed world, the truly wise. Who boldly smile upon despair And shake their bells in Grandam'Grundy's eyes. Singers should sing with such a goodly cheer That the bare listening should make strong like wine, At this unruly time of year, The Feast of Valentine, We do not now parade our " oughts " And " shoulds " and motives an<p beliefs in God. Their life lies all indoors ; sad thoughts Must keep the house, while gay ^thoughts go abroad. Within we hold the wake for hopefe deceased; But in the public streets, in wincjl or sun. Keep open, at the annual feast, The puppet-booth of fun. Our powers, perhaps, are small to*please, But even negro-songs and castanettes, Old jokes and hackneyed reparteest Are more than the parade of vai|i regrets.