Mary L. Bard
EASE AND CARE.
GOD's angel counseled me one day
Sweet peace to make 'twixt Ease and Care;
He bade me have them cast away
Old feuds, and henceforth be a loving pair.
For Ease soft maiden was, and Care
A warrior grim, and clad in mail;
His look distressed the tender fair,
His rough caresses made her pale.
Then having met most oft With Care
"Thou art, O friend, of too stern mien,"
I said; "to win yon maiden fair,
Thou must thine armor doff, I ween."