MY LADY'S SLIPPER.

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume 02, Issue 261, 2 November 1872, Page 1

MY LADY'S SLIPPER.

Torn at the heel, out at the toe, Bronze, half dim, and rumpled the bow; Quaint in design, dainty in size,' Something Titania's. self might prize; Hinting of instep's proud impress; Hinting of dimpled toot's caress — How came you perched on my papers and chair, . With such an impudent, coquettish air? Gay little buckle, arch little heal, Will you my lady's life reveal? Tell where you bore her such a day ? If to the church? if to the play? If through the dance's dizzy maze, Twinkling faster than eye could gaze? If through the wet, tangled grass in the lane, Seeking the lover who hides in the rain? Tell me if ever daintiest feet Walk into mischief? Do they meet Hard, sharp stones and slippery ways, Misty nights and drearier days? Tell me if ever Want and Pain List for her soothing tread in vain? Tell me if Sorrow e'er lurks by her side? Tell ms if Love is her faithfuJeßt guide? Not into evil, dear little friend, Let my lady's footsteps tend. Watch no brave man's loving heart Her proud foot shall spurn apart. Grant this tiny slipper soon Meets a heavier pair of shoon, Whose stout make and stronger will Shall my lady's pathway fill, Turn her haughty foot aside, Subject to their manlier stride; Quick to aid it, swift to cheer, Up the rocky hill-side drear; While the patter of willing feet Makes music in his heart most sweet! —