A DILEMMA.
Hello! why here’s a note from May—For well that dainty hand I know—I wonder what she has to say,When last she wrote ’twas long ago.My heart I swore was hers alone—And so it was for that brief time—I humbly worshiped at her throneAnd vowed my perfect faith in rhyme.But ’twas not that which made us part—Although my verse was not the best—We soon were cured of Cupid’s dartAnd then—you well can guess the rest.What news now will this letter bring?It’s friendly at the start:Dear Jack,I’m to be married in the spring,And so please send my picture back.Well, that’s a nice request to make—Her picture—what else does she say?Ah, so she wants itfor my sakeAnd signs it,Yours, as ever, May.Not mine now, that time long has passed—Her picture—two hearts o’er it crossed—Where was it now I saw it last?Confound the thing, it must be lost!Flavel Scott Mines.
Hello! why here’s a note from May—For well that dainty hand I know—I wonder what she has to say,When last she wrote ’twas long ago.My heart I swore was hers alone—And so it was for that brief time—I humbly worshiped at her throneAnd vowed my perfect faith in rhyme.But ’twas not that which made us part—Although my verse was not the best—We soon were cured of Cupid’s dartAnd then—you well can guess the rest.What news now will this letter bring?It’s friendly at the start:Dear Jack,I’m to be married in the spring,And so please send my picture back.Well, that’s a nice request to make—Her picture—what else does she say?Ah, so she wants itfor my sakeAnd signs it,Yours, as ever, May.Not mine now, that time long has passed—Her picture—two hearts o’er it crossed—Where was it now I saw it last?Confound the thing, it must be lost!Flavel Scott Mines.
Hello! why here’s a note from May—For well that dainty hand I know—I wonder what she has to say,When last she wrote ’twas long ago.My heart I swore was hers alone—And so it was for that brief time—I humbly worshiped at her throneAnd vowed my perfect faith in rhyme.
Hello! why here’s a note from May—
For well that dainty hand I know—
I wonder what she has to say,
When last she wrote ’twas long ago.
My heart I swore was hers alone—
And so it was for that brief time—
I humbly worshiped at her throne
And vowed my perfect faith in rhyme.
But ’twas not that which made us part—Although my verse was not the best—We soon were cured of Cupid’s dartAnd then—you well can guess the rest.What news now will this letter bring?It’s friendly at the start:Dear Jack,I’m to be married in the spring,And so please send my picture back.
But ’twas not that which made us part—
Although my verse was not the best—
We soon were cured of Cupid’s dart
And then—you well can guess the rest.
What news now will this letter bring?
It’s friendly at the start:Dear Jack,
I’m to be married in the spring,
And so please send my picture back.
Well, that’s a nice request to make—Her picture—what else does she say?Ah, so she wants itfor my sakeAnd signs it,Yours, as ever, May.Not mine now, that time long has passed—Her picture—two hearts o’er it crossed—Where was it now I saw it last?Confound the thing, it must be lost!
Well, that’s a nice request to make—
Her picture—what else does she say?
Ah, so she wants itfor my sake
And signs it,Yours, as ever, May.
Not mine now, that time long has passed—
Her picture—two hearts o’er it crossed—
Where was it now I saw it last?
Confound the thing, it must be lost!
Flavel Scott Mines.
Flavel Scott Mines.