 | Forest buds, from the woods of Maine |  |
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“THE GOOD TIME COMING.”
I saw her on the sidewalk yesterday,Tripping along with brisk and airy tread
Over the new-fallen snow, which thinly lay
Along her path;—she raised her pretty head,
Bringing to view a very lovely face,
And casting a coquettish glance around,
She set her foot upon a treacherous place
And down she went, astonished to the ground!
Down,—yet no sooner down than up again
With an elastic spring the fair one came,—
And such a rosy rising! I maintain
I've seen Aurora wrap the east in flame
With blush less burning;—but with glad surprise
I joyed that woman had, at last, a “chance to rise!”
| Forest buds, from the woods of Maine | |