Show BEN 1 by beneath the tle pray spray of in the comely damsel stands her ha r is of a golden glow in careless curl ng strand strands she t es it w th a satin bow held in her shapely hands the firel fl ackers on the wall the shadows qua ady weave wea odd patterns that anse and fall she fidrus fidgets w th her leeve sleeve and rinks her er ribbons one and all R th s daughter fa a r of eve eye in truth she he is a lovely s ahk her cheek is I 1 ke the rose her brow as ivory is wh te patric an is her her nose her eye s blue w th heaven I 1 she holds a queenly pose A young man pass ng by the door looks in and sees her there he ti tiptoes toes I 1 ghaly 0 cr er the floor each each man of us would dare do even this and even more for she is pass ng I 1 a rl he po ants nt above her sunny head she looks up w th a sm am ie the young man t may well be said Is we well aped w th gu ie le her I 1 ps a e rarely curved and red and purse in tempting style he puts h s arm about her waist and she does not res st I 1 and then n sudden ardent haste the damsel fair is kissed I 1 ah ali lux ous smack and honeyed taste that he would not have in assed I 1 and now she gaze gazes in surprise Is she surcharged w th ire the gleam w thin her azure eyes Is that from anger s fi e will she with wrathful rous tons ng acnes call forth her sturdy sire ah ali not she laughs her d amples rare in merriment appear she tosses one stray strand of ha r beh nd her shapely shapel ear she says why bs lut but smilax there ius upon pon the ahk chandel c andel er I 1 beneath the seem ng in the ile damsel stands and then the bashful and repentant beau behaves as honest men should do he takes the k ss you know and puts it back again I 1 coper 1807 1907 by wl bur D nest t L Q |