Virginia Free Press

SEEING'S NOT BELIEVING.

I saw her eye, I gazed, I loved,
Yes, 'twas a cruel, cruel dart;
I saw the purest red and white
O'erspread her lovely features:
She fainted, and I sprinkled her,
Her malady relieving;
I washed both rose and lily off—
Oh! seeing's not believing!

I looked again, again I looked,
To breathe love's fond confession:
I saw her eyebrows, formed to give
Her face its arch expression;
But the gum is very apt to crack,
And whilst my breath was blowing,
It all fell off, that one fell off—
Oh! seeing's not believing!

I saw the tresses on her brow,
So beautifully braided:
I never saw in all my life,
Locks look so well as they did;
She walked with me one windy day—
Ye zephyrs, why so thieving?
The lady let her flaxen wig
Oh! seeing's not believing!

I saw her formed by Nature's hand,
So prodigally finished—
She were less perfect if enlarged
Less perfect if diminished:
Her bolster I surprised—the worst
Of wonders then achieving—
None knew the bustle I perceived!
Oh! seeing's not believing!

I saw when costly gems I gave,
The smile with which she took them,
And if she said no tender things,
I've often seen her look them:
I saw her my affianced bride—
And then my mansion leaving—
She ran away with Colonel Jones!
Oh! seeing's not believing!

Communication.