And find her paradise!--

The morning wrestles with the gloom
On silent stage and chilly aisle,
She takes her rag and pan and broom
To work--and dream awhile!


THE STRANGE CASE OF THE MUSICAL
COMEDY STAR

The lady cannot sing a note,
There is a languor in her throat
Beyond all healing,
She does not act at all, it seems,
Except in early morning dreams--
She lacks the feeling.

Her feet are pretty, but methinks,
The weighty and phlegmatic Sphinx
Could trip as lightly--
And yet she is a regular,
Serene and well established star
Who twinkles nightly.

And Solomon for all his stir,
Had not a single jewel on her,
Nor did his capers
Procure him even half the space
For publication of his face