A TARRYTOWN ROMANCE.
'Twas in ye pleasant olden time,
Oh! many years ago,
When husking bees and singing-schools
Were all the fun, you know.
The singing-school in Tarrytown,
A quaint old town in Maine—
Was wisely taught and grandly led
By a young man named Paine.
A gallant gentleman was Paine,
Who liked the lasses well;
But best he liked Miss Patience White,
As all his school could tell.
One night the singing-school had met;
Young Paine, all carelessly,
Had turned the leaves and said: "We'll sing
On page one-seventy."
"'See gentle patience smile on pain.'"
On Paine they all then smiled,
But not so gently as they might;
And he, confused and wild.
Searched quickly for another place,
As quickly gave it out;
The merriment, suppressed before,
Rose now into a shout.
These were the words that met his eyes
(He sank down with a groan);
"Oh! give me grief for others' woes,
And patience for my own!"
Good Cheer.
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