5 10 15 FREEDOM From The Ode to Liberty Who cometh over the hills? The daughters of Time and of thought! THE COURTIN' God makes sech nights, all white an' still Zekle crep' up quite unbeknown An' peeked in thru the winder, An' there sot Huldy all alone, 'ith no one nigh to hender. A fireplace filled the room's one side --- There warn't no stoves (tell comfort died) The wa'nut logs shot sparkles out Agin the chimbley crook-necks hung, The ole queen's-arm thet gran❜ther Young 10 The very room, coz she was in, Seemed warm f'om floor to ceilin', An' she looked full ez rosy agin 15 'Twas kin' o' kingdom-come to look He was six foot o' man, A 1, He'd sparked it with full twenty gals, He'd squired 'em, danced 'em, druv' em, Fust this one, an' then thet, by spellsAll is, he couldn't love 'em, But long o' her his veins 'ould run She thought no v'ice hed sech a swing My! when he made Old Hunderd ring An' she'd blush scarlit, right in prayer, Thet night, I tell ye, she looked some! She heered a foot, an' knowed it tu, All ways to once her feelin's flew He kin' o' l'itered on the mat, An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk Ez though she wished him furder, Parin' away like murder. |