Democratic Sentinel, Volume 11, Number 26, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 29 July 1887 — A LOVE SCENE IN IRELAND. [ARTICLE]

A LOVE SCENE IN IRELAND.

BY S. MOORE.

As 1 stood on a bank of the lovely Lough Erne And gazed on the opposite shore, I saw tripping down through the brushwood and fern My own little Eveline Gore. 'Neath the shade of a tree, on a lovely green njouud. She, temptingly, sat in my view— I heard her sweet song, and my heart gave a bound, While my love more impassionate grew. No boat was at hand, and I longed to embrace My fair one, the joy of my heart. But the water flowed deeply—a dangerous space And cruelly kept us apart. Love conquered my fears, and gave strength to my arms, * And nerved me while crossing the flood; And soon my safe landing dispelled her alarms, As dripping beside her I stood. She owned to me then that this test of my love On her heart such impression had made, That, being permitted, she'd wod me to prove The truth of the words which she said. What followed the reader may easily guess— And oft when a ramble we take, She’ll ask—while the smile she can scarcely repress—- “ Would you swim to me now o’er the lake?"