A new library of poetry and song: . er hand was never ijuaired. He spoke of the grass and llowiTs and trees,Of tho singing birds and the hnmming bees ; Thon tfllked of the haying, and wondered whetherTile elo\id in the west would bring foul weather. And Maud forgot her brier-tovn gown,And her gnioofiil ankles, hare and brown. And lislonod, while a pleased surpriseLooked from her long-Iashod hazel eyes. At last, like one who for delaySeeks a vain oxonso, he rode away. Maud Midler looked and sighed : Ah mo !That 1 tho .liidgos bride might be ! Ho wonhl dross mo up in silks so fine,And praise and

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A new library of poetry and song: . er hand was never ijuaired. He spoke of the grass and llowiTs and trees,Of tho singing birds and the hnmming bees ; Thon tfllked of the haying, and wondered whetherTile elo\id in the west would bring foul weather. And Maud forgot her brier-tovn gown,And her gnioofiil ankles, hare and brown. And lislonod, while a pleased surpriseLooked from her long-Iashod hazel eyes. At last, like one who for delaySeeks a vain oxonso, he rode away. Maud Midler looked and sighed : Ah mo !That 1 tho .liidgos bride might be ! Ho wonhl dross mo up in silks so fine,And praise and toast me at his wine. My father should wear a hi-oadeloth brother should sail a painted boat. 1 M dross my mother so grand and gay,.?d the hiby shouhl have a new toy oaoh day. .•d 1 d feed the hungry and elotlio the all should bless me who loft our door. The .hulgo looked baek as lie elimbod the saw Maud AluUer atnuding still : A form moTO fair, a face more sweet,Neer hath it been my lot to

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