I. In Reel, In Waltz, In Lancer'S Maze, She Moved With Pretty Air Of Grace, And All The Ball-Room'S Brilliant Blaze Seemed Borrowed Brightness From Her Face! O, Winsome Maid, Demure And Sweet! I'll Ne'er Forget When First I Met Her, And Saw The Dainty Slippered Feet Glide O'Er The Floor At Linnietta! Ii. O, Dreams Of Youth And Beauty Rare, What Rose-Hued Visions Thou Canst Paint! But None In Loveliness Compare With Her Who Seemed Love'S Patron Saint! Her Pictured Image Haunts The Mind, And, Oh, I Never Can Forget Her, Nor Rarer Pleasure Hope To Find Than Dance With Her At Linnietta! Iii. Arrayed In Softly Flowing Gown, The Love-Light Flashing From Her Eyes-- With Cheeks Aglow Like Roses Blown Beneath The Ardent Summer Skies-- No Artist Hand Could Fitly Trace The Wondrous Charm That Did Beset Her, When Tripping With A Fairy'S Grace O'Er The Waxen Floor At Linnietta!