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Show Balancing Accounts. Now- whin do I owe you lor all of this? l-'or the suiniuer's Joy bv wood and cliff: Kor the wooded nook nnd the stolen kiss; Tor Die frlKht and ! HkIiIh In the fpu-ituinr fpu-ituinr skin: l-'or the miners, cool mid pink and slim, I-'nt wined with mine, and the happy IiiiikIi? I'ome. what do I owe you, () maiden trim? Hut. remember, of all of It 5011 had half. Now wh.it do I owe you, ) maiden sweet, l-'or the moonllBht walks down the shlnliiK bench? l-'or the Jos 1 knew on the driftwood seat. When we weie nfnr and alone with CHI-ll? Now what do I owe for the look In your eyes, The nectar my soul leaned out to quaff7 Come, whisper me. dear, how the balance lies. Hut. remember, of all of It you had half. Now. what do I owe you? Take Into account ac-count The pleasure It kiivo me to help you up. fp the scarred old cliff It was ours to mount: The pleasure It j;ae me to touch the cup Where your own red lips touched the drinrdnic rim. And tell me, uh, tell me, nnd do not laiiKh, For the Joy that shall lust till life's Unlit grows dim, nut remember, of all of It you had half. Houston l'ost. |