California Farmer and Journal of Useful Sciences, Volume 33, Number 21, 9 June 1870 — ANN HATHAWAY. [ARTICLE]

ANN HATHAWAY.

[These rythmatic puns are attributed to Shakspeare, and were originally addrossod " To the Idol of my Eye and Delight of my Heart." ] Would ye bo taught, ye feathered throng, Witb love's sweet notes to grace your song, To pierce the heart with thrilling lay, Listeu to mine, Ann Hathaway! She bath a way to sing so clear, Phoebus might wondering stop to hear. To melt tho sad, make blithe the gay, And nature charm, Ann bath a way; She hath a .way, ; Ann Hath a way; To breathe delight, Ann bath a way. When Envy's breath and rancorous tooth So soil and bite fair worth and truth, And merit to distress betray, To sooth the heart Ann hatb a way. She hath a way to chase despair— To heal all grief, to cure all care, Turn foulest night to fairest day, Thou know'st, fond heart, Ann hath a way; She hath a way, Ann Hathaway; To make griet bliss, Ann hath a way. Talk not of gems, the orient list, The diamond, topaz, amethyst, Tbe emerald mild, the ruby gay, Talk of my gem, Ann Hathaway. She hath a way, with her right eye. Their various lustre to defy— The jewels she, and tho foil they, So sweet to look Ann Hathaway; She bath a way, Ann Hathaway; To shame bright goms, Ann hatha way. But were it to my fancy given, To rate her charms, I'd call them heaven ; For though a mortal made of clay, Angels must love Ann Hathaway ; She hath a way so to control, To rapture the imprisoned soul, And sweetest heaven on earth display, That to be heavon Ann hath a way; She bath a way, Ann Hathaway ; To be heaven's self Ann hath a way '