The sunshine streaming through the stain'd glass Touched her with rosy colors as she stood, The maiden Queen of all the British realm, In the old Abbey on that soft June day....
The girl's a slender thing and fair, With dimpled cheek and eyes ashine; The youth is tall, with bashful air. Heigho! a fond and foolish pair - The day is yours, St. Valentine. ...
Joe lives on the farm, and Sam lives in the city, I haven't a daughter at all - more's the pity, For girls, to my mind, are much nicer and neater; Not such workers as boys, but cuter and sweeter....
"O last days of the year!" she whispered low, "You fly too swiftly past. Ah, you might stay A while, a little while. Do you not know What tender things you bear with you away? ...