Show LITERARY A Lay of Love IN olden days the men of dream Penned verse with high learning And called upon the tuneful nine To satisfy their yearning I crave no help from muse To sing of passions passion's play But in these humble lines I choose To lift my own l love velay Marc I love whose hair is brown Whose eyes are are hazel hue With strength within to face the worst storms Life-storms that ever brew Oh 1 sweeter far than all the rest Of boys I think is he But when I seem to love him best Is when he kisses me I thought that all the nicest boys Were settled down and wed Or else they weren't born yet Or else they all were dead But now though I possess no ring Oh pray dont don't think me bold I 1 I make my love a public thing thing thing- i i For Marc is four years old 1 Annie Pike j cot |