Guiding through each shady dell.
Slower ran the little brooklet,
Hushed the warblers far and near,
Breathed no sound of aught disturbing,
As fair Kitty bent to hear.
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Bashful, trembling Jed's confession
Of a love that should endure
Through the storms of woe and sorrow,
Through the joys that should allure.
Deeper grew the burning blushes,
Lower drooped the lashes brown,
As to Jed's strong, manly shoulder
Slowly then her head came down;
Not a word she spoke as fondly
He repeated o'er his vows,
But we knew the thing was settled, -
And just then came up the cows.
WALLINGFORD.