Robert Emmet Ward

“ The only thing that seems unfair
Is that he had that saintly air,
⁠And yet was fond of fun and noise;
⁠But I suppose it only shows—
⁠And it's a comfort, goodness knows!—
⁠In spite of looks, boys will be boys! ”

“ Now they ‘re gone, there seems to be
Nothing in the world at all!
Nobody to come and tap,
Interrupting Grandma’s nap;
Nobody to come and plead
“’Tory!” when I want to read;
Nobody to linger near—
“May I help you, Farver-dear?” ”