A LESSON IN MYTHOLOGY.
I read toher, one summer.day, A little raythologic story , About the,maid who laughed at love, i And,ran a race for love and glory. ■.., I closed the book. She raised her eyes. And hushed the song she had been hum- ■■■:• ming; :.: i ~,,. Glancing across the shady lawn, < ~;.-.', I saw my wealthy rival coming.. . ■:. : "These ancient tale's," I gravely said,' " With meaning wise are often laden; And Atalanta well may stand ( As type of many a modern maiden ; ''Minus, of course, the classic sandal, But with no less of nimble grace, How many dainty slippered feet Are running now that self-same race ; '' And when Hippomenes casts down His golden apples, is there ever A chance for love to reach the' goal ?" With saucy smile, she answered, "Never!" I rose to go—she. took, my hand—(o Fate 1 you ne'er that clasp can sever,) And, "Stay," she said, with a sudden blush, "You know that I meant— "hardly ever.'" Eliza C, Hall. .
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Mount Ida Chronicle, Volume XII, Issue 645, 11 February 1882, Page 2 (Supplement)
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162A LESSON IN MYTHOLOGY. Mount Ida Chronicle, Volume XII, Issue 645, 11 February 1882, Page 2 (Supplement)
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