In Lighter Vein, HAD TO SPRINT. Pie picked the bonnet up in haste, Knowing fie had no time to waste, And ran from store to home—a mile— For fear it would go out of style TRIOLET. Love stands at the door— Why will he not enter? As often before, Love stands at the door. Must he be evermore The old stubborn dissenter ? Love stands at the door— Why will he not enter? “ HalvF an hour of napping, Half an hour of fun, Three and twenty hours of work And then the day is done,” M out the thicket a bird-voice rang, “Good-by, Winter, Good-by, good-by! ” lopeful and clear was the song it sang t the low grass fluttered its few green spears, the budding maple forgot its fears, the timid wind breathed a low reply, “ Good-by, Winter, Good-by I ” Ar.i, lie said was dog-gone At the end of his dinner. As he rose very wan, All he said was dog-gone. It was sausage for one He had ordered, poor sinner, And he murmured dog-gone At the end of his dinner. r K were seated in a hammock On a balmy night’in June, 'hen the world was hushed in slumber 'Neath the guardiance of the moon. — Exchange, —Exchange — Exchange. — Exchange. ( —Exchange.
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