The Argosy — page 175: what you’re looking at

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100 HOW ? How was it that we met? Ah, well, ‘There really is not much to tell, Nor can I quite remember now, Without some doubt, exactly how It happened—in what way ; For ’tis so many years ago.— How many? Well, I hardly know, Or hardly like to say. I saw her standing in the glow Of apple-blossoms hanging low, And she was just as sweet and pure As those bright blossoms, I am sure,— Ay, sweeter, if you will. But ow it was I hardly know: You see, ’twas many years ago— And now she’s sweeter still ! She says I spoke: I say that she Said, ‘‘ Lovely blossoms!” first to me; But, anyway, I did not dare To doubt that loveliness was there: It shone on lip and brow ; But ’tis so many years ago, That what we said I hardly know, So can I tell you sow ? But this to mind I clearly bring, That some time after that sweet spring, When apple trees were bearing fruit, We went to church to mend our suit, And knit two lives in one; And though ’tis many years ago, And much has happened since, I know That mending was well done! J. T. Burton WOLLASTON. GoOmicdoo <S (EO)