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MOUNT-VERNON.

'Tis done—now let us haste
To her;—you here, my fair!
Undress'd, oh what a waist!
My mother, look you there.
Let's sup; come take this place,
You shall be next to me;
This pine-knot's cheerful blaze
Shall shine direct on thee.
Come taste this cream so sweet,
This syllabub so warm;
Alas! you do not eat:
You feel e'en yet the storm.
'Twas wrong—I press'd too much
Your steps, when on the way:
But here, see here your couch—
There sleep till dawn of day,
With gold the mountain tips:—
Good night, good night, my dove!
Now let me on your lips
Imprint one kiss of love.
Mamma and I will come,
As soon as morn shall shine,
To see my sweet-heart home,
And ask her hand for mine.”