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    TO MY LOVE.   Table of Contents     NO ONE LIKE MOTHER.

Smith, Effie Waller
Songs of the Months

- SONGS OF THE MONTHS.
- COURTSHIP AMONG THE MOUNTAINS.


COURTSHIP AMONG THE MOUNTAINS.


Up from the woodland pasture
Came Farmer Thompson's son,
Driving the cattle homeward
At the setting of the sun.

The long, narrow, winding pathway
Was shaded, here and there,
By stately-growing elms,
And fringed with flowers fair.

Down this narrow, winding pathway,
In homespun cotton gown,
Came Gracie, the youngest daughter
Of blacksmith William Brown.

Leisurely she tripped along,
Her feet were brown and bare;
Over her shoulders fluttered
Soft braids of auburn hair.

She knew she would meet young Thompson,
Her lover, on the way,
Driving his cows from the pasture,
His accustomed duty each day.
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But now as she sees him she blushes,
And suddenly twitches her head,
And nervously fingers her apron
Of checkered white and red.

But how his eyes beam with love-light,
As he cries, "Hello! sweetheart Grace!"
And throws his arms about her
And clasps her in fond embrace.

Onward and down the pathway
The cattle slowly pass,
Nibbling at blossomed daisies
And bits of straggling grass.

The golden sun has sunk behind
The mountains steep and tall;
The moon is shining brightly,
Twilight is over all.

Among the stately elms
The night-winds softly sigh--
And still the lovers linger
Beneath the moonlit sky.
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    TO MY LOVE.   Table of Contents     NO ONE LIKE MOTHER.