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Show Schooldays and Blue Eyes All, little old red sihnollioiipe nn the hill I In frecklnl days. In cowlick days of yore My heart It tiscil to blimp nnd Jump nnd thrill AVhcn I win called to mount the platform plat-form floor. A little tnnlitqu ucil to pn-p update. Her pent It wnn the Hrat ono front, you know. Her eyes they dazed mo whllo I ranted Kreat About Dcmoithcnes or Cicero. Sho used to wear n piotty tucker gown. Twas trimmed with plnK about her dainty neck, Her eolden hair In pigtails hanging down. Ah, me, that vision sent my heart a wreck! But, heavens! how I used to tremble then, The while her cyox they bored mo through nnd through! I used to march a hundred thousand men In quavering beforo those eyes of blue. And when my mighty effort had been made And I went marching back unto my seat. To my dismay I saw her eyes they strayed Down to the region ot my cliitt'rlng feet. There, from tho vantage ot my royal throne, I'd note how vory nicely and precise Tho pretty golden pigtails thoy had grown. For I was brave behind my paujadlse. Ah. me1 Theio came a day of parting theio Tin- sihonMajs they are ended and tho luno Of life It bore a somber sounding air Long years ago one afternoon lu June And I was standing in tho tamo old spot. Willi eea llxed on a pretty maiden trim, Kach pulso within my being throbbing hot, While I declaimed with moro than wonted lm. Ah, me! The sweetness of tho school-hnuso school-hnuso bell! My ejes they hear your calling notes again. Anon I'm trooping" at your beck nnd spell With kindred spirits down tliu Miady lane. The i lover flower's spilling on tho air Thp csienco of Its sweetness nnd perfume. per-fume. And by my side u maiden wanders thoro Along tho Holds of sunshine and of bloom. I-'ond memory recalls tho winding wnys, The daisy chain, the sunny brook thnt Hows, Kncli throb and thrill of childish roundelays, rounde-lays, The graielno swing, tho bralr path, tho rose. Ah' swieler to my heart than nil the lest Of life 8 delightful pleasures of tho old Was one who laid her head upon my breast And whispered what7 I never yet have told. New York Sun. |