Gazette Of The United States, & Philadelphia Daily Advertiser

Let me paper, pen and ink ;

Let me write, then let me think.

Tell me when and how and where

Strays Keturah buxom fair.

Is he gone to milk her cow?

Tell me where, and tell me how.

Is she gone to feed her hen?

Tell me how, and tell me when.

Tell, oh tell me, ease my care,

Tell me how and when and where.

Hark, I hear her, magick scene!

Pluck the full grown kidney bean;

Bean so plump and grown so well,

You'd think it big enough to shell.

See her crowd her apron full,

Apron of the choicest wool;

Wool, that never grew on goat,

Wool, that never grew on sheep.

Now she trips it o'er the fields,

Kicking up her gambol heels.

Now she hides her rosy face,

Now she shows a form of grace.

While. I gaze, my blood grows warm,

Foams, like ocean in a storm—

Dear Keturah, I exclaim,

By thy bright poetic name,

By those locks, that deck thy pate,

By those lips, that kiss and prate ;

By thy apron form'd of wool,

By those beans, that stuff it full,

Check thy scamper, cease to fly,

Cease, or Collinet must die.

COLLINET.