" Records they're not at least, in one sense, no ; 

 But in another, yes 

 Eccords and annals of the long ago 

 And much rare happiness ; 

 They bring me back the Land of Heart's Desire, 

 And when I'm seeing pictures in the fire, 

 Treasures are these no less. 



" They are not chronicled in Rowland Ward ; 

 As heads they mayn't be much ; 

 But each of them has some old tale to guard, 

 Some answering chord to touch ; 

 In every one of them is locked away 

 Some golden memory, some sunny day ; 

 And one has need of such." 



(By kind permission of the Proprietors of " PUNCH.") 



