McClure's Magazine/Volume 51/Number 10/Lusk Illington


 * life at a time, one world at a time,
 * One dream for working out in life—
 * But oh, the price we pay, my friends,
 * For the coveted achievement!
 * For as to the mating of bodies and souls,
 * The planting of your garden,
 * For food and delight in life,
 * It comes to an idiosyncrasy
 * If you stop to think it over:
 * It's eyes of gray, or eyes of blue,
 * It's a certain mouth, or color of hair,
 * It's a nose that calls to something in you;
 * That is the woman for me.
 * And then you get the eyes, or nose,
 * And that is all you get.
 * And I who wanted a woman for wife—
 * Star-like, clear and pure,
 * Followed the instinct till I got her.
 * And what was she? She was pure, no doubt—
 * But so is filtered water!