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Ten Years After.
TEN YEARS AFTER .
" Nous avons change tout cela . " TEN years ago , when she was ten , I used to tease and scold her ; I liked her , and she loi'ed me then , A boy som j five years older .
I liked her , she would fetch mj hook Bring lunch to stream or thicket ; Woidd oil my gun , or bait my hook , And field for hours at cricket . She'd mend my cap , or find my Avhip . Ah ! but boys' hearts are stony !
I liked her rather less than " Gyp , " And far less than my pony . She loved me then , though Heaven knoAVS Avhy , Small Avonder had she hated , For scores of dolls she ' s had to cry , ' Whom I decapitated .
I tore her frocks , I pulled her hair , Called " red" the sheen upon it ; Out fishing I woidd even dare , Catch tadpoles in her bonnet . Well , now I expiate my crime ;
The Nemesis of fables Came after years , —to-day Old Time On me has turned the tables . I'm twenty-five , she ' s tAventy now , Dark-eyed , pink-cheeked , and bonny , The curls are golden round her brow ;
She smiles , and calls me "Johnny . " Of yore I used her Christian name , But UOAV , through fate or malice , When she is by my lips can't frame Five letters to make " Alice . "
I AA'ho coidd joke ivith her , ancl tease , Stand silent UOAV before her ; Dumb , through the very wish to please , A speechless shy adorer . Or if she turns to me to speak , I ' m dazzled by her graces ;
The hot blood rushes to my cheek , I babble common-places . She ' s kind and cool—ah ! Heaven knows hoAV I Avish she blushed and-faltered : She likes me , and I love her now ; Dear , dear ! how things have altered ! Graphic . G . B . S-,
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Ten Years After.
TEN YEARS AFTER .
" Nous avons change tout cela . " TEN years ago , when she was ten , I used to tease and scold her ; I liked her , and she loi'ed me then , A boy som j five years older .
I liked her , she would fetch mj hook Bring lunch to stream or thicket ; Woidd oil my gun , or bait my hook , And field for hours at cricket . She'd mend my cap , or find my Avhip . Ah ! but boys' hearts are stony !
I liked her rather less than " Gyp , " And far less than my pony . She loved me then , though Heaven knoAVS Avhy , Small Avonder had she hated , For scores of dolls she ' s had to cry , ' Whom I decapitated .
I tore her frocks , I pulled her hair , Called " red" the sheen upon it ; Out fishing I woidd even dare , Catch tadpoles in her bonnet . Well , now I expiate my crime ;
The Nemesis of fables Came after years , —to-day Old Time On me has turned the tables . I'm twenty-five , she ' s tAventy now , Dark-eyed , pink-cheeked , and bonny , The curls are golden round her brow ;
She smiles , and calls me "Johnny . " Of yore I used her Christian name , But UOAV , through fate or malice , When she is by my lips can't frame Five letters to make " Alice . "
I AA'ho coidd joke ivith her , ancl tease , Stand silent UOAV before her ; Dumb , through the very wish to please , A speechless shy adorer . Or if she turns to me to speak , I ' m dazzled by her graces ;
The hot blood rushes to my cheek , I babble common-places . She ' s kind and cool—ah ! Heaven knows hoAV I Avish she blushed and-faltered : She likes me , and I love her now ; Dear , dear ! how things have altered ! Graphic . G . B . S-,