THE STIRRUP-CUP.

My short and happy day is done,

The long and dreary night comes on;

And at my door the Pale Horse stands,

To carry me to unknown lands.

His whinny shrill, his pawing hoof,

Sound dreadful as a gathering storm;

And I must leave this sheltering roof,

And joys of life so soft and warm.

Tender and warm the joys of life, -

Good friends, the faithful and the true;

My rosy children and my wife,

So sweet to kiss, so fair to view.

So sweet to kiss, so fair to view, -

The night comes down, the lights burn blue;

And at my door the Pale Horse stands,

To bear me forth to unknown lands.