Tricks In All Trades

We skated up the winding stream,

     The lovely Madge and I;

Red-cheeked, bright-eyed, with graceful stroke,

     She quickly whisked me by.

When but around the screening bend,

     The dashing skater said:

“I fear you’ll have to lend me aid,

     I tire so quickly, Ned.”

And so I gave her my support

     Betwixt the lonely hills;

And when we neared the town again

     She threw aside her ills!

Dec. 11, ‘93

Pub. in B.

Courier, Feb. 11,

    1894