The Girl Of Boston

The dark eyed daughter of the south, Eegardless of the rigid Rule cold convention e'er prescribes, Makos winter seem loss frigid. Her generous nature makos hor meet E'en the unbid newconmr Into her presence with a smile That warnis hlra like the summer. Bnt when the summer- not the soft, Caressiiig oíd ideal, But hot breathed as a fury from The flercest fires of sheol- Is hounding him, he'd fain forget The torrid wavo he's tossed on, By hifcernating in thy smile, O glacial girl of Boston I