Gems In Verse

It was a pitiful mistake, An error sad and grim; I waited for the railway train; The liglit was low and dim. It carne at last, and frora the car There stepped a dainty dame, And looking up and down the place She straight unto me carne. "Oh, Jackl" she cried. "Oh, dear old Jack!" And kissed me as she spake; Then looked again, and frightened cried, "Oh, what a had mistakel" I said, "Forgive me, maiden iair, That I am not your Jack, And as regards tho kias jou gave, I'll straightway givo it back.11 And sinco that night I have often stood On the platform lightcd dim, But only once in a uian's whole Ufe Do bucIi things come to him.