St. Paul daily globe. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn.) 1884-1896, 1893-08-13
THAT SUMMER GIRL.

I'll remember that vacation as long as life
shall last
There was nothing else just Ike 1t that
knew of i'll the past.
l yet recall the pleasure ana Inc thrill Oh
wild deight
When turned from desk and book and pen
at clock one night
And hurried to the railroad train that was TO
bear me out
From dust and heat, to breezy lake. where L
could KNOCK about
And ride and row and fish and swim. and DO
fancy led:
pleasant pasiime wandering through path
ways seldom tread,
Though profusely flower lnWoYen, ana 10
lage interaced,
Yet Nature, in her vast domain, viii not
permit a waste:
But scattered leaves and shattered boughs,
that perish by the way.
Resolve TO earth, enrich the soil, III the
process of decay:
And the monarch of the forest draws his
power from their grave,
Aud we gather DER their sileut tombs. sweet
garlands for The brave.
Thus from the tomb of cherished hopes, IN
this inceSsant strife.
Arises in a pUrer Iorm, more exalted human
life.
AS / ramble through the fragrant fields OF
yariegated lerYes
I'm charmed to awe of the artist who
such skill with beauty weaFes.
D. how did anticipate The comfort and the
Away from all corroding cares that busy
life infest.
But the poet. YOU remember, said this
world 5 Il fleeing show,
There's truth. g well as poetry there. ex-
perent ches so.
There was oii, LAY, one only day, that was
light and free,
Ii was rich enjoyment, too-a happy mortal
But OH the next! There were some lakeside
cottages. not far from by hotel
And in one dwelt maiden, fair, ana, too,
the seasons belle;
Some called her there a summer girl, L
knew not what that meant,
But that ! know The meaning now, is the
cause of this lament.
Her cheeks. the clearest contour, were fresh
as mcr'--'~ dew;
Like drive s. =. in sottest cream, with
blush 4. .-rnine through
Those limpid, mild. coguettsh eyes, COM
pieley turned my head,
And feel extremely foolish at The silly
things | said.
But She serene and winsome. and spoke in
all, with choice.
In the smooth and flowing rhythm OF the
music OF her voice.
The people there. around about, soon found
how matters stood.
And one benevolenhy disposed to help me
all he could;
He was handsome, he was dashy. and the
fruit his mind would yield,
Was to talk sweet airy nothngS, with the
grace OF Chesterfield.
No doubt [ showed discomfort for she often
raised hereyes,
And focused them upon me- with look OF
shy surprise,
Which was not all conducive to composure
OF the mind,
And began TO entertain doubt of woman
kind.
Ispent my days in attendance upon her
every whim,
While CONSCIOUS that she layished her
sweetest smiles on him.
tossed upon my pillow, between short and
fitfu maps
And the import. in my soul was burnd, of
the syliables perhaps"
But iraily, | discovered she was summer
girl,
A sort o1 human butterfly, in the dizzy social
Whirl.
Her mind. just like the plastic dough, re.
tained the last caress
Until some other one appeared to make q
later press.
And, as for ne, I'll draw the line, and deal
alone with men,
I'd choose an electric shock, each time, than
endure the same again.
I'm glad TO resume my duties, and return to
pook and pen.
And shudder. for moment, when think
what might have been.
I'll remember that vacation as long as life
shall last:
Thee was nothing else just like it in my
said and prosy past.
Frank Magraw.