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Show I AND MY SWEETHEART. By Mortimer Collins. I and my sweetheart spelt together, Our ages were together ten; How sad to waste the sweet spring weather in the old dame's fusty den! White lilac, fragrant, graceful, cool, Tapped at the window of the school; Alas! Too well our doom we knew - There was a tremulous birch tree too! I and my sweetheart dwell together Many tens are our ages now, Vanished is youth's gay violet weather, Stays the old dame's frowning brow, Dame Nature keeps the eternal school, And grows keen twigs to flog the fool; But look away with pardoning eye, When we played truant, my love and I. - Buffalo Commercial Advertiser. |