(_By a Constant Admirer._)
[Illustration]
Your pretty face I saw two years ago,
You looked divine--if I'm not wrong, in lace.
I noticed you, and thus I got to know
Your pretty face.
To-day I travelled to a distant place.
We stopped at Bath. I read my _Punch_, when lo!
You came into my carriage and Your Grace
Rode with me for a dozen miles or so.
Tell me, should we in this Fate's finger trace?
I care not since you had the heart to show
Your pretty face.
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