DAINTY LITTLE LOVE

By Arthur Macy

Dainty little Love came tripping

Down the hill,

Smiling as he thought of sipping

Sweets at will.

SHE said, “No,

Love must go.”

Dainty little Love came tripping

Down the hill.

Dainty little Love went sighing

Up the hill,

All his little hopes were dying —

Love was ill.

Vain he tried

Tears to hide.

Dainty little Love went sighing

Up the hill.