[Addressed to two young ladies in Canada, whose photograph I had seen & admired: on hearing of this they had sent me a copy. Their names form the two upright words, but there is no stanza to embody them.]
Thanks, thanks, fair Cousins, for your gift
So swiftly borne to Albion’s isle—
Though angry waves their crests uplift
Between our shores, for many a league!
(“So far, so good,” you say: “but how
Your Cousins?” Let me tell you, Madam.
We’re both descended, you’ll allow,
From one great-great-great-grandsire, Noah.)
Your picture shall adorn the book
That’s bound, so neatly and moroccoly,
With that bright green which every cook
Delights to see in beds of cauliflower.
The carte is very good, but pray
Send me the larger one as well!
“A cool request!” I hear you say.
“Give him an inch, he takes an acre!
“But we’ll be generous, because
We well remember, in the story,
How good and gentle Alice was,
The day she argued with the Parrot!”