THE GOLF-BALL AND THE LOAN

By Robert Fuller Murray

I drove a golf-ball into the air,

It fell to earth, I knew not where;

For, so swiftly it flew, the sight

Could not follow it in its flight.

I lent five shillings to some men,

They spent it all, I know not when,

For who is quick enough to know

The time in which a crown may go?

Long, long afterward, in a whin

I found the golf-ball, black as sin;

But the five shillings are missing still!

They have n't turned up, and I doubt if they will.