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Show THAT VALENTINE OF MEMORY Through memory's deepening mist I gaze upon a scene of other days : A country schoolroom Sitting there a blue-eyed girl with flaxen hair, and back of her, with Jove aflame, I sat and lisped her loving name. Into her hand a valentine I slipped a gem surpassing sur-passing fine. 'Twas one I made, a crude affair, with rosy hearts stuck here and there.. 'Twas mud compared to those of now, but Love oozed from it anyhow ; and In it was inscribed a bit of verse, the sweetest ever writ: "IF YOU LOVE ME AS I LOVE YOU NO KNIFE CAN CUT OUR LOVE IN TWO." I married her, of course, you say? Oh, no; she picked another jay. Now when I see her with her brood. In petulant petu-lant maternal mood, no longer pert but fat and plain, I'm glad he hacked our love In twain. Harlan Babcock In Chicago Journal. |