The Donaldsonville chief. [volume] (Donaldsonville, La.) 1871-current, 1880-12-25
DoNALDsoNv1LE LOUISIANA SATURDAY DECEMBER Is 1880
WHAT MY LOVER SAID.

By the merest chance in the twilight gloom
| In the orchard path he met me-
| In the tall, wet grass, with it's faint perfume
! And tried to pass, but he made NO room
OH tried but he wouId not let me.
30 stood and blasled till the grass grew
red,
With my face bent down above it,
While he took my hand, as he whispering
How the clover lifted each pink, sweet heat
To listen to all that my lover said
Oh the clever in blOom-I love it!
In the high wet grass went the path to hide
And the low. wet leaves hung over,
But could not pass on either side,
For found myself, when vainly tried,
In the arms Of my steadfast lover,
And be held me there and he raised In,
head,
While he closed the path before me,
And he looked down into my eyes and
said
How the leaves bent down from the boughs
O'erhead,
Oh the leaves hanging 1owly DER me.
Had he moved aside but u little way
could surely then have passed him,
And be knew never could wish to stay,
And would not have heard what lie had to
say.
Gould only aside have cast him.
1t was almost dark and the moments sped,
And the searching night wind found us
But he drew me nearer and softly said
How the the pure, sweet winds grew still 1T
To listen to all that my lover said.
Oh! the whispering winds around us.
am sure lie knew when be held me FIST,
That n.,,af he o11 rnur;ll;u~
For tried to 90, and would have passed,
As the night was come with it's dews at last,
And the sky with its stars was filing;
But he clasped me close when would have
fed,
And be made me hear his story,
And his soul came out from his lips and
said
How the stars crert out when the white
moon led,
To listen to oil that my lover said.
Oh, the moon and stars in glory!
know that the grass and the leaves will
not tell,
And Im sure that the wind, precious
rover,
Will carry lis secret 50 safely am well
That no being shall ever discover
One word of the many that rapidly fell
From the eager lips of my lover.
And the moon and the stars that looked over
Shall never reveal what q fairy-like spell
They w0ve round about us that night in the
dell,
In the path through the dew-laden clover,
Nor echo the whispers that made my heart
swell,
As they fell from the lips Of my lover.
MILKMAN AND SANDMAN.
Every day,
Every day,
Stop two men ut my door; they say
TO me or mine few words polite,
But early at morning. early at night,
They're sure to come, be it fair or wet,
As the sun is sure to rise and set.
For one the little girl Gold Locks waits,
While the other she fairly hates.
The one that she
Is glad to see
Is gruf and homely as he can be;
And the covered cart in which he rides
Has letters painted upon the sides
:. The Elgin Dairy" think it is
And GOld-LNcks never is known to miss
His pause ut the gate bat there she stands
With her silver cup in her chubby hands.
This little one,
When the day is done,
Has habit OF wishing it just begun.
But the shadowv Sandman softly knocks,
Anu Whispers, Bedtime, little EO!d-J4ncks J.
Then scatters his dust in her tire eyes
Till she rubs them lrowsly and sighs,
And drops on her arm her heavy head,
as ever to go to bed.
All, wait, my dear
And year by year
Will dread Of the Sandman disappear.
He'll be slower to come, and 10th to stay,
And ready at nothing to flee away
I'm sure no Prince, with coach and four,
Who could come in royal state to my door,
Were halt 40 welcome rs him who knocks,
And whispers, BED time, little Gold Locks!"
-Youth's COMMUNION