Say, do you listen to his prayer,
Or slay him with a frown?
At any rate I can't be there.
Come back to Town!
Why linger by some far-off lake
Or Continental strand?
St. Martin's Summer comes to make
A glory in the land.
The river runs a golden stream
Where WREN'S great dome looks down;
Thine eyes, methinks, have brighter gleam;
Come back to Town!
I hear your voice upon the wind,
In dreamland you appear;
But do you wonder that I find
The day so long and drear?
_Lentis adhaerens brachiis_ come
Once more my life to crown;
Without thee 'tis too burdensome.
Come back to Town!
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MR. PUNCH'S DICTIONARY OF PHRASES.
AT AN AFTERNOON CALL.
"_So glad to see you at last. Now don't let me interrupt your talk
with Mrs. VEREKER_;" i.e., "If I do, I shall be let in for being
button-holed."
"_Do let me get you some tea--you must be dying for a cup_;" i.
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