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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
ADVENTURE OF A LOVER
'Twas Saturday eve.—The love-lorn swain
Was hastening toward Jennie 's house;
His mien indicative of fear
For neither man nor mouse.
Was hastening toward Jennie 's house;
His mien indicative of fear
For neither man nor mouse.
But ere he reached the farmhouse gate
An object he chanced to spy.—
Twas only a table-cloth Jennie had washed
And hung on the line to dry.
An object he chanced to spy.—
Twas only a table-cloth Jennie had washed
And hung on the line to dry.
But he knew it not, so there he stood
Deciding what to do,—
He dare not venture too near the spook,—
Yet the gate he must go through!—
Deciding what to do,—
He dare not venture too near the spook,—
Yet the gate he must go through!—
The white cloth flapped in the gentle breeze—
'Twas too much for Jennie's beau;
He turned and ran off down the hill
As fast as he could go!
'Twas too much for Jennie's beau;
He turned and ran off down the hill
As fast as he could go!
