Whate’er
is said of her in jest,
My heart with love for her doth whirl;
I
gladly welcome every year,
My gay and dashing summer girl.
If
she came not, sad would I be,
I could not live without her;
You
see I make a bit of a stake,
By writing verses about her!
c.
July 24, ‘94
B.
Courier,
Sept.
1, ‘95
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