230 JOHN GRAY, JUNIOR.
Then you snubbed Alexander Von Stiner So provoking Well, all I can say,
You can blame your own self, you remember ; You ve thrown your best season away."
beautiful, low-lying summer ! Peep over the hills of the South,
To whisper "not lost" to the matron,
And spare the young tremulous mouth That is shaping its newly-formed story,
Albeit tis love in a cot, Pressing hard on maternal ambition,
That counts it a wearisome lot.
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And then came the stir of departure,
When, fair neath the wide gypsy hat,
1 saw the sweet face of the culprit,
The bonny blue eyes, "and all that," Heard the ripples of soft, merry laughter
Well out from the girl s happy soul ; Ah ! she carried her summer-time with her,
Nor grudged Love the season he stole.
��JOHN GRAY, JUNIOR.
UNDER a cloud of cradle-lace Nestled a tiny stranger face, Thrice welcome to the failing race
Of John Gray, Senior.
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