Democratic Sentinel, Volume 11, Number 39, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 21 October 1887 — The Old Story Told Again. [ARTICLE]

The Old Story Told Again.

Atchison Globe: My lover came down to the garden gate, and he whispered so soft tome—(O, well I remember, the hour was late, and we stood by the chestnuv tree; and he gathered me up in his arms so strong, and his eyes were alight with love; and little we cared for the nightingale’s song in the limbs of the tree above!) His voice was soft as a golden lyre, as he whispered his thoughts to lne, and his eyes were filled with heroic fire, that was grand for a maid to see. And what were the words that my lover said, as we stood by the gate alone? O, how gently he lifted my drooping head, as he said in his manly tone —(O, I seem to stand by the gate again, as I stood in that night in June, while the nightingale murmured its happy strain in the light of a happy moon! And the glad, glad thoughts that came to my breast as he whispered those words to me! The sun was hid in the golden west, sunk low in the flowing sea!) And my lover sighed lest his words should meet a short and cruel rebuff, as he cried in a voice that was strangely sweet, “Well, say, is this hot enough?”