This section is from the book "Hill's Manual Of Social And Business Forms: A Guide To Correct Writing", by Thos. E. Hill. Also available from Amazon: Hill's Manual Of Social And Business Forms: The How-To-Do-Everything Book Of Victorian America.
I MET her, she was thin and old,
Her voice was harsh that once was sweet; Her cheeks were sunken,and her eyes,
Robbed of their girlish light of joy. Were dim: I felt a strange surprise That I had loved her when a boy.
And yet a something in her air
Restored to me my youthful prime; My heart grew young and seemed to wear
Its touch awoke a world of joy; I kissed her with a reverent sigh.
For I had loved her when a boy!
"TILL CHARLEY WENT TO THE POOR-MASTER, AN' PUT ME ON THE TOWN. "