The Rink
The rink, the rink, th’ entrancing rink!
Come there to prove the sweet
Delicious joys of exercise,
In rhythmic glide of feet.
’Tis pleasure pure that all should taste
For it makes the spirit gay,
In graceful sylph-like movements free,
O’er the smooth floor to sway.
It stirs life’s pulses to a glad.
Refreshing, genial flow;
It paints the cheeks with roses bright,
And lovely, healthful glow.
Come, then, and in enjoyment pure,
With loved ones at your side,
To sweet melodious music’s strain,
Like fairies graceful glide.