The Princeton union. [volume] (Princeton, Minn.) 1876-1976, 1880-09-23
MORTAL, LOVELY JOAN.

Just when the doxorgy was sung,
And satnss stood still, with heads low hung,
While walls and vaasted arches rung
With Father Smiths beseechfng tongue
Just then across the aisle there sprung
tony youth, and proudly flung
himself beside his future bride,
Whose lovely little arm he grasped
Before she'd said word, or gasped
A breath Of approbationl
80 dark and cloudy was the night
The waning moon lost Gil her light,
While not star appeared in sight
TO tell the youth which street was right;
And his betrothed spoke not word,
Nor even acted Hke abe heard
The words he saad, but onward sped.
Az should fond, prospective groom,
He strove to ease her silent gloom
With strains Of alteration.
He heayed sad, sepulchral moan
That ended tn loving groan,
Thsh these words gpake In frenzied tone:
oh, fairest mortal, lovely Joan
E1han whom more charming none are known
III my land where birds have flown;
On a9y sen whore sails are blown;
sNs2h any ely where stars e'er sbone;
Md topio sands or 10y sone),
with thee I'd rather dwell alone,
With nanght to eat save crust and bone
o. both ho bu1ied meath one stone,
T2nn withouS thee TO live and own
GROWN, scepter, and throne" .+
she heaved adgh and wiped her eye, .
Which made our youthful hero feel
That ID his earthly woe, or veal, .-p
Wac near it's termination. - "'-
"1n those tear dimmed, angelic eyes
Methinks, cen now, see arise -.
The pearly gates of Paradise, .s
Through which there glides, and swiftly f1es,
Ab lightning through the starht skies,
A turtle dove, which bears, my love,
Within it's pure and graceful beak,
Words that none but angels speak
Save thee, their near relation! "
When behold those golden curls
(And sure they'd charm great men like Earls)
know thou'rt not as other girls;
This dimpled chin, that classic nose
(What fragrant music when it blows ~;
Those cheeks which blush e'en like the rose
That in the choicest bower grows
80 oft and oft have caressed-
And still more Oft, thou knowst, I've pressed
Those fnger-tips and velvet ipe1
IT'S Joy supernal, bliss most sweet,
To bow before thee and thy feet,
And take an observation!
"My very heart with rapture thrills
Whene'er think how, freed from ills
OF this sad Life, by you, my wife"
Before the "wlfe" was half pronounced
The fair one turned and at him bounced
This fierce ejaculation
"Hold! hold you yellow-headed brute!
Hold hold, I cay, you frog-eyed newt!
swan rs half mind to shoot
A great brick-bat clur through yer hat!
And how, you ugly blue-nosed wretch,
Yer'd better git, or shur I'll fetch ..
Handouts Of wool from of yer head
And scratch yer chin as blue as lead
You con of old Tarnation ~
Soon sticks and stones few thick and fast
As halstones in summer blast,
And, though he lodged them as they passed,
Rhere came an awful rock at last -.
Which struck . tree, square at him glanced,
And laid him motionless- -entranced!
He threw away his ear, and danced,
Then, fire and birthstone ! how he pranced
And raved and tore ] and almost swore
He'd never, 'cept insane, or blind,
Attempt to escort womankind
SO vile with degradation
You've heard, now, boys, my story through,
SO listen nova word to you!
Whene'er your Joan from church you'd take,
Before you've made the final break
In darkest night, or midday bright,
] pray you to right sharply look f..
Which is your Joan, and which the cook
Of Afric emigration!
B1ON. ILL. WALTER COLYER.