[written about 1865]

Those Evening Bells

    BY THOMAS MOORE
    Those evening bells! those evening bells!
    How many a tale their music tells
    Of youth, and home, and that sweet time
    When last I heard their soothing chime.
    Those joyous hours are passed away;
    And many a heart that then was gay,
    Within the tomb now darkly dwells,
    And hears no more those evening bells.
    And so ’twill be when I am gone
    That tuneful peal will still ring on;
    While other bards shall walk these dells,
    And sing your praise, sweet evening bells.

Those Annual Bills

    BY MARK TWAIN
    These annual bills! these annual bills!
    How many a song their discord trills
    Of “truck” consumed, enjoyed, forgot,
    Since I was skinned by last year’s lot!
    Those joyous beans are passed away;
    Those onions blithe, O where are they?
    Once loved, lost, mourned—now vexing ILLS
    Your shades troop back in annual bills!
    And so ’twill be when I’m aground
    These yearly duns will still go round,
    While other bards, with frantic quills,
    Shall damn and damn these annual bills!