Thomas James Judkin

“EUREKA!” still “Eureka!” was my cry;

While Echo shouts of answering joyance sent,

As through the garden door, on mischief bent,

I flung myself upon the sward close by

The startled Kate, who sat with musing eye,

On some old poet’s charmful verse intent;

“Eureka?—what by such strange word is meant?”

“‘I ’ve found it,’—yes; e’en that which thousands try,

And try in vain, to find within the pages

Aforetime written by the white-haired sages,

Or by long communings with present men,

Native or foreign, through life’s varied stages,—

TRUTH!”—“Where?”—“In woman’s lips.”—And kissing then

Kate’s lips, I laughing spake the word again.