The sibyl . 122. — 6H 12a LocaL A health to the girl that can dance like a dream, And a girl who can play the piano;A health to the girl who writes verse by the ream And toys with high C in the girl who can talk, and the one who cannot, To the saint and sweet little sinner;But heres to the cleverest girl of the lot— The girl who can cook a good dinner. * * * * Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proudAs he rides in his swift-flying car like a cloud?A break in the axle, a burst in the tire ;He passeth from life to the heavenly choir. THE BRIDGE I stood on the bridge at seven
The sibyl . 122. — 6H 12a LocaL A health to the girl that can dance like a dream, And a girl who can play the piano;A health to the girl who writes verse by the ream And toys with high C in the girl who can talk, and the one who cannot, To the saint and sweet little sinner;But heres to the cleverest girl of the lot— The girl who can cook a good dinner. * * * * Oh why should the spirit of mortal be proudAs he rides in his swift-flying car like a cloud?A break in the axle, a burst in the tire ;He passeth from life to the heavenly choir. THE BRIDGE I stood on the bridge at seven As the bell was tolling the hour; And the moon rose high in the heavenBehind the college tower. Among the long black raftersThe wavering shadows lay, And the hearts of the hidden couplesSeemed lifted and borne away. I saw Annette and Neally As they went strolling was most shocked, but reallyHe was holding her quite fast. And far in the hazy distance Of that lovely night in June, The hair of Marie Sidd
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