It trembles on the lip to die unspoke.
And dawning love is stifled with a Joke.
Nay, brothers, look about your world to-day.
A world to you so drab, so commonplace—
The flowers still are blooming by the way.
As blossom smiles upon the sternest face.
In every hour is born some thought of love.
In every heart is kid some treasure-trove.
••••••
With a modified clapping and stamping of feet
The Glugs mildly cheered him, as Sym took his seat.
But some said 'twas clever, and some said 'twas grand—
More especially those who did not understand.
And some said with frowns, tho' the words sounded plain,
Yet it had a deep meaning they craved to explain.
But the Mayor said: Silence! He wished to observe
That a Glug was a Glug; and in wishing to serve
This glorious Cause, which they'd asked him to lead,
They had proved they were Glugs of the noble old breed
