Rested on a cottage fair,
And the gently wafted zephyrs
Breathed a whispered angel-prayer,
Underneath the emerald woodbine,
In a cool, refreshing bower,
Dick and Jennie sat together,
Playing checkers all the hour.
But the auburn lashes slender
E'er concealed her laughing eyes,
And whene'er his hand would wander
Nearer, then a blush would rise;
And 't was certain something other
Than the checkers moved the twain,
And their movements plain betokened
Love presided o'er the game.