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POEMS BY CLARA A. MERRILL
ADVENTURE OF A LOVER
'Twas Saturday eve.—The love-lorn swain Was hastening toward Jennie 's house; His mien indicative of fear For neither man nor mouse.
But ere he reached the farmhouse gate An object he chanced to spy.—Twas only a table-cloth Jennie had washed And hung on the line to dry.
But he knew it not, so there he stood Deciding what to do,—He dare not venture too near the spook,— Yet the gate he must go through!—
The white cloth flapped in the gentle breeze— 'Twas too much for Jennie's beau; He turned and ran off down the hill As fast as he could go!
