Walk Cleaned

From the Perth Amboy Evening News, January 20, 1913.
 By Bosco.
 

 He held her hand, the hour was late,
 ‘Twas time for him to go.
 It was a wintry night outside
 And it began to snow.
 
 Still he stayed on, his ardent love
 With burning words to tell.
 The storm increased, the whirling snow
 Faster and faster fell.
 
 He still remained and eloquent,
 He praised his Heart’s Delight.
 The snowdrifts ever deeper grew,
 The town was buried quite.
 
 At last her father called: “Young man,
 You seem to like to talk!
 But you can stay to breakfast if
 You’ll shovel off the walk!”