4

"Then I'd ride like forty devils
Just to catch upon my face
All the kisses which the tempest
Pressed upon me in the race.
How I thought of poor old daddie,
Whom, perhaps, I'd see no more
If I went clear back to your place,
While he hurried on before!
I could hardly bear the burden
When I'd think of--both of you;
But that fire you set a-burning,
One night told me what to do--
I would see and ask you, Billy,
If you wouldn't go with me
Where we both could be with daddie,
Way out West, where he must be.


5

"Then at last the night that loved me,
Turned its pent-up furies loose,
Roaring out on me its anger
And unpitying abuse.
How the rain beat down upon me!
How the lightning burned its track
Through the clouds of storm and thunder