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Or droop o'er the sod where the long grasses nod,
My name is as old as the glory of God.
So I came by the name of Old Glory.
and Old Glory
In Merry Mood
"Then cast away care, let sorrow cease,
All rules are suspended, grave affairs of state are laid aside, and the Court Jester demands a hearing. Is it my fancy, or do young eyes brighten, rosy cheeks dimple, lips part a little when he approaches?
Clad all in gay motley, swinging his bauble, his cap and bells making merry music, he bounds upon the stage and bids us listen to his quips and jokes. He is by turns Puck and Ariel, Harlequin, Punchinello, and Court Fool. "Touchstone" we well may call him, this man of mirth, for when he tests the world's metal the pure gold of laughter shines out from the alloy. Seeing us smile even before he opens his lips he assumes a solemn attitude and cries:
"Good people all, of every sort,
Give ear unto my song;
Then hark how the "light-heeled numbers laughing go! He tells us tales that smooth out the wrinkles of dull Care and provoke Laughter to hold both his sides, as well as others less jolly but full of wit and good cheer. A quaint, breezy moral, too, creeps in here and there, for the Court Fool, if you study him well, is sometimes a preacher; but whether frolicking or preaching or philosophizing, he brings with him, like Milton's nymph:
"Jest and youthful jollity,
Quips and cranks, and wanton Wiles,
And love to live in dimple sleek.”
IN MERRY MOOD
On a Favorite Cat, Drowned in a Tub of Goldfishes
"T WAS on a lofty vase's side
Where China's gayest art had dyed,
Her conscious tail her joy declared:
Her coat that with the tortoise vies,
Still had she gazed, but 'midst the tide
Their scaly armor's Tyrian hue,