Home-Thrust
DOST thou see the crape on thy neighbor’s door?
For thee and thy joy is that in store:
Death joggles thee hard to think of him,
And spills life’s wine as it tops the brim.
For thee and thy joy is that in store:
Death joggles thee hard to think of him,
And spills life’s wine as it tops the brim.
Charlotte Fiske Bates.