S.F.P.
_Campus_.


~Ballade of Justification.~

A jingle of bells and a crunch of snow,
Skies that are clear as the month of May,
Winds that merrily, briskly blow,
A pretty girl and a cozy sleigh,
Eyes that are bright and laughter gay,
All that favors Dan Cupid's art;
I was but twenty. What can you say
If I confess I lost my heart?

What if I answered in whispers low,
Begged that she would not say me nay,
Asked if my love she did not know,
What if I did? Who blames me, pray?
Suppose she blushed. 'Tis the proper way
For lovely maidens to play their part.
Does it seem too much for a blush to pay
If I confess I lost my heart?

What if I drove extremely slow,
Was there not cause enough to stay?
Such opportunities do not grow
Right in one's pathway every day;
Cupid I dared not disobey,
If he saw fit to cast his dart;