|Argument.—The poet starts from the Bowling Green to take his sweetheart up to Thompson’s for an ice, or (if she is inclined for more) ices. He confines his muse to matters which any every-day man and young woman may see in taking the same promenade for the same innocent refreshment.|
COME OUT, love—the night is enchanting!|
The moon hangs just over Broadway;
The stars are all lighted and panting—
(Hot weather up there, I dare say!)
’Tis seldom that “coolness” entices,
And love is no better for chilling—
But come up to Thompson’s for ices,
And cool your warm heart for a shilling!
What perfume comes balmily o’er us?
On, on! by St. Paul’s, and the Astor!
Oh, pity the love that must utter
1. Query.—Should this be Ice cream, or I scream?
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