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Rh And your face lit up with laughter
 * Through it all,

Little feet went tripping after
 * Every ball,

While the look of bright reliance Which bespoke a pert defiance Of all manly wiles and science,
 * I recall.

'Twas a glance that struck dire terror
 * To my heart,

And proved source of many an error
 * In my art;

Yet in truth I felt not humbled, Though my partner growled and grumbled, As I slid and slipped and stumbled
 * Through my part.

You still remember, though so trifling,
 * What I said

As we left the lawn, too stifling,
 * For the shade;

And as, moved by glance magnetic Of your eyes, I waxed prophetic, While you smiled back sympathetic,
 * Calm and staid?

Is it wise, then, to remember
 * Golden hours,—

Recall June in December
 * Such as ours?

All the hopes that have miscarried— What! too long, you say, you've tarried, And your husband—''Then you're married! ''
 * Gracious powers!

T. Malcolm Watson