For Christmas-time is ended:
Now is "our youth" regaining
Those sweet spots where are "blended
Home-comforts and school-training."
Now they're, I dare say, venting
Their grief in transient sobs,
And I am "left lamenting"
At home, with Mrs. Dobbs.

O Posthumus! "Fugaces
Labuntur anni" still;
Time robs us of our graces,
Evade him as we will.
We were the twins of Siam:
Now SHE thinks ME a bore,
And I admit that _I_ am
Inclined at times to snore.

I was her own Nathaniel;
With her I took sweet counsel,
Brought seed-cake for her spaniel,
And kept her bird in groundsel:
We've murmured, "How delightful
A landscape, seen by night, is," -
And woke next day in frightful
Pain from acute bronchitis.

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But ah! for them, whose laughter