402 SKETCHES IN RHYMK. 



Here through the swelteriug sunmier 



The thirsty wayfarer stopped 

 To quaff this liquid manna — 



This nectar heaven-dropped. 

 There Dives in his phaeton, 



There Jehu with his wain, 

 And the ragged, grimy tramper 



Met on a common plane. 



Met in this Temperance tavern, 



With swaying branches roofed ; 

 The bar-maids wanton Naiads ; 



While Satyrs horned and hoofed, 

 Played hostler ; while no landlord 



With bills the guests did vex — 

 They freely drained the cocoa 



Of Adam's XXX! 



One sleepy, summer noontide, 



When all was still around. 

 Save when, like a tired bee's buzziug, 



A Pan-pipe's droning sound 

 Came drowsily from the meadow, 



Morpheus, the tricky elf. 

 Fast bound the fountain guardians. 



So the bar had to run itself. 



That day a colored orphan, 



Of fifty years or so, 

 Just from a neighboring province. 



Stopped here his mules to blow. 

 He spied the pendant goblet — 



This "child-like" son of Ham, 

 Quoth he, "That palm-born cocoa 



Will soothe my 'itching palm.' 



