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The Way Of The World.
THE WAY OF THE WORLD .
BX H . E . AV . A BUSTLE of sheeny satin , A glimmer of jewels rare , A shimmer of foamy laces , And a breath of lilies fair .
A bride at the altar standing ; A priest to act his part ; And the golden fetters are fastened , That only death can part .
The bride is wondrous lovely ; Men Avorship her eyes of blue , Maids envy the flash of her diamonds , But they woidd not if they kneAV That the heart 'neath those rare old laces Is throbbing AA'ith bitter regret , And the golden head laden with jeivels Is trying so hard to forget ?
The idyl of one sweet Summer She forgot he was poor . And—well , Those ashes at home on her hearthstone Might a tale of a slighted love tell . She loved him , perhaps . But , remember , That love is a poor vcorthless thing , And cannot be counted as real Without at least one diamond ring .
So she crushed the regret and the heartache , Laid the past and its treasures aside , To think of her silks and her jewels And her wealth as the great banker ' s brides—To dream of the trip o ' er the waters—And the Winter to spend in old Rome—A season at beautiful Paris—And wonderful fetes when at " home !"
The AA'edding AA'as certainly brilliant , But conscience was there Avith its sting And the opera music just splendid—Not ballads that they used to sing ; And the flowers , rare , costly exotics—May they prove half as dear to her si ght As that poor faded bunch of meek daisies She burned Avith his letters , last night .
Ah , well ! What ' s the use of lamenting ? It's the way of the Avorld , you know ; And more hearts than one are in mourning When the form Avears the garments of snow , And the gold that so often we covet May cover a sea of despair ,
And out from the measure of SOITOAV Each mortal z'eceh'es his full share .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
The Way Of The World.
THE WAY OF THE WORLD .
BX H . E . AV . A BUSTLE of sheeny satin , A glimmer of jewels rare , A shimmer of foamy laces , And a breath of lilies fair .
A bride at the altar standing ; A priest to act his part ; And the golden fetters are fastened , That only death can part .
The bride is wondrous lovely ; Men Avorship her eyes of blue , Maids envy the flash of her diamonds , But they woidd not if they kneAV That the heart 'neath those rare old laces Is throbbing AA'ith bitter regret , And the golden head laden with jeivels Is trying so hard to forget ?
The idyl of one sweet Summer She forgot he was poor . And—well , Those ashes at home on her hearthstone Might a tale of a slighted love tell . She loved him , perhaps . But , remember , That love is a poor vcorthless thing , And cannot be counted as real Without at least one diamond ring .
So she crushed the regret and the heartache , Laid the past and its treasures aside , To think of her silks and her jewels And her wealth as the great banker ' s brides—To dream of the trip o ' er the waters—And the Winter to spend in old Rome—A season at beautiful Paris—And wonderful fetes when at " home !"
The AA'edding AA'as certainly brilliant , But conscience was there Avith its sting And the opera music just splendid—Not ballads that they used to sing ; And the flowers , rare , costly exotics—May they prove half as dear to her si ght As that poor faded bunch of meek daisies She burned Avith his letters , last night .
Ah , well ! What ' s the use of lamenting ? It's the way of the Avorld , you know ; And more hearts than one are in mourning When the form Avears the garments of snow , And the gold that so often we covet May cover a sea of despair ,
And out from the measure of SOITOAV Each mortal z'eceh'es his full share .