I will be thy guardian angel till He calls thee to ascend.
Then, as here on earth we've wandered, through fields of light we'll rove,
With our spirits joined together by the silken cord of love.
THE SCHOTTISCH PARTNER.
BY MOTTE HALL.
OH, I danced with him the schottisch!
'Twas the first time that we met;
He was such a dashing creature,
With orbs as black as jet.