A Rondeau (Dobson)
In 'N. & Q.' we meet to weigh
The Hannibals of yesterday;
We trace, thro' all its moss o'ergrown,
The script upon Time's oldest stone,
Nor scorn his latest waif and stray.
Letters and Folk-lore, Art, the Play;
Whate'er, in short, men think or say,
We make our theme,—we make our own,—
Stranger, whoe'er you be, who may
From China to Peru survey,
Aghast, the waste of things unknown,
Take heart of grace, you 're not alone;
And all (who will) may find their way
In 'N. & Q.'
- December, 1882.