The water ripples softly ’neath the wheel that works the mill;
Then over all comes darkness, and the landscape fades from sight,
And tired Nature sinks to rest within the silent night.
SHE GAVE ME TWO.
In childhood days I met a little Miss,
Whose pouting lips were luscious as the dew.
I begged that she would give me just one kiss—
She gave me two.