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WHEN last I made a visit home,
And stole up stairs, good fortune leading,
I saw, or, rather, thought I saw,
My sister in the study, reading.
With noiseless tread I forward crept,
With schemes of mischief most imprudent;
And leaning o'er the arm-chair's back,
I softly kissed the gentle student.
She turned to fly with burning face,
As if a brother's kiss polluted, -
Rapture! 'T was not my sister Lu,
But Cousin Amy I'd saluted.
Of course I then began to beg
She would excuse my having kissed her;
Protesting that, upon my word,
I really thought it was my sister.
A conversation followed next,
Whose theme, be sure, was not the weather;
And then a very blissful pair
Seated - well, rather close together.
And Amy with her roguish way,
When for the second time I kissed her,
Said, archly looking up to me,
"Are you quite sure it's not your sister?"
DASH.
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