MISCELLANEOUS POEMS

By Charles Sangster


 

MY KITTEN.


 


Playful, kind, mischievous thing!
Like a stream meandering
Through the sun-enamored glade,
Frisking when its course is stayed; [Page 145]
Leaping joyously along,

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With thy unassuming song,
Delighted with the thought of living,
Caring little how deceiving
Is the world, with all its joys,
Blighted hopes and false decoys.

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Teasing, saucy little pest!
Will you never be at rest?
Romping in and out the house,
Chasing tabby for a mouse,
Climbing nimbly up the door,

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Strewing papers round the floor,
Prancing up and down the roof,
Giving, every moment, proof
That all living things should strive
To be happy while alive.

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Life to thee is but a play,
Invented to pass time away;
Earth is not a house of grief;
Our existence is too brief
To yield up a single hour

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To that grim, obtrusive power,
Melancholy, with his brow
Ever black as night with wo!
I’d much rather be a kitten,
With a love for humor smitten,

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Than be doomed to live on earth,
And not have my share of mirth. [Page 146]
Puss! I’d rather have it said
That your waggish little head
Rested archly on my shoulders,

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Making fun for all beholders,
Than be forced to live for life
With the world of gloom and strife.
Yes—much rather would I be
Full of merriment like thee,

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Than a gloomy misanthrope,
Without any earthly hope
E’er to live, as was designed,
Happy both in heart and mind. [Page 147]