Cause And Effect

No wonder that the esa is sad, Or that the ucean roars; The love tales they hear told and tol Munt be such awful boree. From yachts and boata the story fioats. All through the summer weather; From etream and strand, where hand ia hand. Walk man and maid together. The lovers always like damp spots Wherein their vows to make. They moêtly choose some brookside op Malaria giving lake. The sweet, sliy summer bndletecome: Till numbers would appaü. Perhaps each girl hears one yonth rave- The waters hear them all! Hoar on, O sea! Laugh on, O streaml And murm'ring brooklet bubble, Bnt don't jou take to telling tales, Or you'll make lols of troublel