RECREA TION. 



M3 



YACHTING BY 



Elizabeth 



Yachting 'neath the moonlit skies, 

 Speeding on, by swift winds blown ; 



Gleam of curls, and flash of eyes, 

 Jeweled hands that, all unknown, 

 In the darkness meet your own — 



Yachting sure is paradise. 



MOONLIGHT. 



A. VORE. 



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'Neath the iridescent light, 

 Beauty never was so fair ; 



Eyes were ne'er so clear and bright ; 

 Love was ne'er so bold to dare — 

 Life is perfect — without care, 



Yachting on a moonlight night. 



Burst of laughter sweet and clear, 

 Murmuring voices, tender, low, 



Fall upon the listening ear, 

 Soft as evening breezes blow — 

 Paradise on earth, I trow, 



Is yachting, when my love is near 



