Volume 10 — TO BARY JADE
Reading edition
BY CHARLES FOLLEN ADAMS
The bood is beabig brighdly, love; The sdars are shidig too; While I ab gazig dreabily, Add thigkig, love, of you. You caddot, oh! you caddot kdow, By darlig, how I biss you— (Oh, whadt a fearful cold I've got!— Ck-tish-u! Ck-ck-tish-u!) I'b sittig id the arbor, love, Where you sat by by side, Whed od that calb, autubdal dight You said you'd be by bride. Oh! for wud bobedt to caress Add tederly to kiss you; Budt do! we're beddy biles apart— (Ho-rash-o! Ck-ck-tish-u!) This charbig evedig brigs to bide The tibe whed first we bet: It seebs budt odly yesterday; I thigk I see you yet. Oh! tell be, ab I sdill your owd? By hopes—oh, do dot dash theb! (Codfoud by cold, 'tis gettig worse— Ck-tish-u! Ch-ck-thrash-eb!) Good-by, by darlig Bary Jade! The bid-dight hour is dear; Add it is hardly wise, by love, For be to ligger here. The heavy dews are fallig fast: A fod good-dight I wish you. (Ho-rash-o!—there it is agaid— Ck-thrash-ub! Ck-ck-tish-u!)