New-York tribune., 1841-04-22
YOU'LL CONE TO OUR BALL.
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You II come to our Ball ;-slnce We parted,
I've thought of you, more than II say;
Indeed, | was half broken-hearted,
For week when they took YOU away.
Fond Fancy brought back TO my siumoers
Our walks on the Ness and the Den,
And echoed the musical numbers
Which you used 10 sing 10 me then
know the romance, since II : over
T were idle, or worse, 10 recall;
know you re terrible rover;
But Clarence-you II come 10 our Ball
lis only year, since al college
You put on your cap and your gown;
But Clarence, you We grown out ei knowledge,
And changed from the spur 10 the crown;
The voice that was best when ii taltered,
Is fuller and firmer in tone
And the smile that should never have altered
Dear Clarence-it Is not your own;
Your cravat was badly selected,
Your coat do nj become yoI a; all;
And why s your hair so neglected!
You must have IL curled Tor our ball.
We often been out upon Haldon,
To look for covey with Pup;
| We often been over 10 Shadow
To see how yeur boat is LAID up:
In spite of the errors OF Aunty,
| We ridden the FLY you breke;
And We studied your sweet little Dante,
In the shade of your iayorlte oak;
When sat in July 10 Sir Lawrence,
sat in your love OF shawl;
And II wear what you brcsght me from Florence,
Perhaps, if you III come 10 our Bah
You II find us all changed since you VANISHED:
We We Sc, up National School;
And Waiting Is utterly banshed
And Ellen has married fool;
The MAJOR Is going TO trave
Miss Hyacinth threatens rout;
The walk is laid down with fresh gravel;
Papa is laid up with the govt:
And Jane has gone on with her easels,
And Anne has gone off with Sir Paul
And Fanny is sick OF the measles
And III tell you the rest at the Ball.
You IL meet all your Beauties the Lily,
And the Fairy of Wilowbrook Farm,
And Lucy, who made me so silly
AT Dawsh, by taking your arm;
Miss Manners, who always abused you,
For talking so much about Hook
And her sister who often amused you,
BY ravinn OF rebels and Rock;
And something which surely would answer,
An heress. quite fresh from Bengal;
So though you seldom dancer,
You II dance, jus; for once al our Ball.
But GU, on tbs world from the flowers
1t shuts out the sunshine OF truth;
1t bliqhts the green leaves in the bowers,
1t makes an old age OF our yosih
And the flow OF feeling, in II,
Like streamlet beginning 10 freeze,
Though il cannot turn ice In Z minute,
Grows harder by sudden degrees
Time ,reads DER the grave OF Affection;
Sweet honey is turned into gall;
Perhaps you have no recollection
That ever YOU daaced at our Dali
You once could be pleased with our ballads;
To-day you have critical ears
You oncs could be charmed with our salads;
Alas, you VS. been dining win Peers;
You uiaed and irled with many
You We forgotten the when and the how:
There was one You liked better than any
Perhaps you 've forgotten her now.
They tell me you We many who hausr,
Because OF your Wit and your song;
They tell me land what does It matter y
You Ike 10 be praised BY the thrcng;
They tell me Won re showervd with laurel!
They tell ne you re loved by Blue;
They ;ell NE you re sadly immoral
Dear Clarence that canno; be tru-
But to me YOU are still what found yoa
Before you grew clever and tall;
And you II think Of the spell thar once bound You
And you I! come-,cor't you come 10 our Bah