A DOMESTIC EPISODE.

Wairoa Bell, Volume V, Issue 174, 2 December 1892, Page 6

A DOMESTIC EPISODE.

‘ You’ve ceased to love, John ; I fear A great change has come over you; You do not sit beside me, dear, And Lug me as you used to do ! 4 You used to praise my eyes, my hair, And often kissed my lip and brow, When we sat on one rocking-chair— Dear John, why don’t you do so now? 4 You used to call he your delight, Said you were proud my love to win, And kept me at the gate at night—lill ma would come and call me in. ‘ You called me then your ownest own, You popsey pet —you did, you know ; That happy time lias past and gone— Ah, dearest, what lias changed you so ?, John laid his paper on his knee, And hove a sigh and said : 1 I fear Whatever changes there may be You’ve brought about yourself, my dear. i This much at least, you must confess, Whene’er my visits 1 would pay, You did not meet me in the dress In which you’d been at work all day. ‘ Your hair was not in paper curls, 'Your slippers flapping on your feet ; You were the prettiest of girls, With everything' about you neat. <■ A snow-white collar then you’d wear, And at your throat a pretty bow, A flower of some kind in your hair ; Now, darling, what has changed you so ?’