Chapter 160 No.160

Heart not so heavy as mine,

Wending late home,

As it passed my window

Whistled itself a tune, -

A careless snatch, a ballad,

A ditty of the street;

Yet to my irritated ear

An anodyne so sweet,

It was as if a bobolink,

Sauntering this way,

Carolled and mused and carolled,

Then bubbled slow away.

It was as if a chi