The morn is fair, the tide runs free : 
She'll forth and find the summer sea ! 
With dubious gaze she scans the tide, 
Then paddles from the other side. 
The young man from the northern shore 
Hastens the river to explore. 
'* Help, help, O stranger! Help I ’’ she cries, 
In silence bis one oax he plies. 
Nor hoping bliss, nor fearing ill, 
He lets the current have its will 
But what is this ?—a foul!—a scream 
Both oars are broken in raid stream 1 
Henceforth, in sad and sunny weather. 
They’ll paddle their canoes together. 
He, smiling, tells those eyes of blue, 
“Enough for one's enough for two I" 
Success hath crowned his skill at last 
Her boat, and she, he holdeth fast. 
A TALE IN NINE PIECES 
