_A Kiss in the Rain_ by SAMUEL MINTURN PECK
One stormy morn I chanced to meet
A lassie in the town;
Her locks were like the ripened wheat,
Her laughing eyes were brown.
I watched her as she tripped along
Till madness filled my brain,
And then--and then--I know 'twas wrong--
I kissed her in the rain.
With raindrops shining on her cheek
Like dewdrops on a rose,
The little lassie strove to speak,
My boldness to oppose;
She strove in vain, and quivering,
Her fingers stole in mine;
And then the birds began to sing,
The sun began to shine.
Oh, let the clouds grow dark above,
My heart is light below;
'Tis always summer when we love,
However winds may blow;
And I'm as proud as any prince,
All honors I disdain:
'She says I am her _rain beau_ since
I kissed her in the rain.
_What He Had Re(a)d_
An Irishman, says "The Rochester Times," recently went before Judge
Stephens to be naturalized.
"Have you read the Declaration of Independence?" the Court asked.
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