DAY-DREAMS.
We'd build a little bungalow. If you and I were one, And carefully we'd plan it, so We'd got the morning sun. I'd rise each day at rosy dawn And bustle gaily down; In evenings cool, you'd spray the lawn When you came bock from town. A little cook-book I should buy, Your dishes I'd prepare; And though they came out black and dry, I know you wouldn't care. How valiantly I'd strive to learn, Assured you'd not complain! And if my finger I should burn, You'd kiss away the pain. I'd buy a little scrubbing-brush' And beautify the floors; I'd warble gaily as a thrush About my little chores. But though I'd cook aud seiy and scrub, A higher life I'd find; I'd join a little women's club And cultivate my mind. If you and I were one, my dear, A model life we'd lead. We'd travel on, from year to year, At no increase of speed. Ah, clear'to me the vision of The things that wo should do! And so I think it be3t, my love, To string along as two. —D.P. "Life."
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Evening Post, Volume CIV, Issue 73, 23 September 1922, Page 17
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186DAY-DREAMS. Evening Post, Volume CIV, Issue 73, 23 September 1922, Page 17
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