The Stirrup Cup


My short and happy day is done,
The long and dreary night comes on;
And at my door the Pale Horse stands,
To carry me to unknown lands.

His whinny shrill, his pawing hoof,
Sound dreadful as a gathering storm;
And I must leave this sheltering roof,
And joys of life so soft and warm.

Tender and warm the joys of life,--
Good friends, the faithful and the true;
My rosy children and my wife,
So sweet to kiss, so fair to view.

So sweet to kiss, so fair to view,--
The night comes down, the lights burn blue;
And at my door the Pale Horse stands,
To bear me forth to unknown lands.



A Dream of Bric-a-Brac


[C.K. _loquitur_.]