Catoctin Clarion

To A Lady Doctor,
An Affection Of The Heart
Dear Doctor, your physic I have taken,
But surely it cannot sugar my pills;
The bottle was solemnly sickening,
I stole on tiptoe and hid it in willows.
She followed some rag-tag to dictate,
I don't know the taste in her;
But though I've kept carefully quiet,
The pain's at my heart.
Of course you've done good; comrades
since
Seems dawning. And yet it is true,
If fancy the light of your presence
Does more than your physic can do.
I'm well when you're here, but believe
me,
Each day when woe dooms us to part
Comes strangest sensations to grieve me
That must be the heart.
Your knowledge is truly stupendous,
Each dainty prescription I see,
I protest I have taken your weeds
What would you took if I D.:
I beg one word though you stutter
at m
But fear, to be dour--
It cures for the heart
Have you our emotion
rests these people could relieve
If you veer here have motion
Ob your love never reduce me?
Dear Doctor on blush and you stare
There is only one thing that can cure me,
Tell me--and my heart!
Matrimony.