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Show The Transit of Mars. When Klolso looks up thn Btreet, Tuts down her work Marts flushes. And turns away that fnco no sweet Lest I should note her blushes, I wish that I wero young nijaln, liut soon sho's blithely humming, Forcettlnff mo nnd all and then I know tho Captain's coming. When I'lolso with downcast .eyes Once more bends o'er her stitching And looks, as her bright needle flies, (If may be) mora bewitching. You'd sny she wastes no thought on men. Hut oh, her cheeks aro glassing 'Iho red geranium near! and then I know tho Captain's passing. When Klolse looks down tho streot With eyes wide-set nnd wistful, Her clieeka as pnlo as any sheet. Her dt-nr mouth drawn nnd tristful, I wish that 1 wero young again, Tor ns I lift hor sowing Bho sighs. O such n sigh! nnd then I know tho Captain's going. Uilwurd W. Barnard. |