The Country Dance

Who comes there, wlth patch on cheek, Lonking so demure and meek, Movlug slowly , sliy ot lance, Thruuga the qualut olu country dance? Who's tliis, wlth nn air ofgrnoe. As they move In measured pace, Meets her, greeu her. buwng lowT 'Tls her rich and lordly beau ! Who, here, looks ncross the room. Heurt of doubt and hrow oi gloomf Ah, the song has oft beeu suug; 'Tls her sultor poor and youug 1 Uut he meets her roving oyes, Sees the bluahes sweet that rlse; Ah, what i. atera what may be- ïhey aru luvers, üt and she 1 But the dance is over now, Swef ping curtsy, courtly bow ; Beats une true heurt 'mld the press: Is it no or is it yes? Once. Just once, their glances meet- Ah, It Is the slgnal sweet; WlicTe's theoue white rosa she wore? i.ylng there upou the Hoor ! Hark, the clock is striking four; Who's Ihat at tne postern door. Cioaked and hooüed. lu alarm, CUnglug to her lover's arm? Kare the weli, O lordly beau- They'll be wed, loug era you know, l.'ivf iliat has the w II, folk say. Boon or late will make the way !