GEORGE'S STREET

Listen! if but women were

Half as kind as they are fair,

There would be an end to all

Miseries that do befall.

Cloud and wind would run together

In a dance of sunny weather,

And the happy trees would throw

Gifts to travellers below.

Then the lion, meek and mild,

With the lamb would, side by side,

Couch him friendly, and would be

Innocent of enmity.

Then the Frozen Pole would go,

Tossing off his fields of snow,

And would shake delighted feet

With the girls of George's Street.

These, if women only were

Half as kind as they are fair.