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LINES WRITTEN FOR A LITTLE GIRL.
I never saw thee, little one,
I have not scanned thy face—
Yet trust thy years have well begun,
In gentleness and grace.
I have not scanned thy face—
Yet trust thy years have well begun,
In gentleness and grace.
For aught I know, thine eyes are blue,
Thy ringlets wildly bright—
Perhaps they have a hazel hue—
Perhaps are dark as night.
Thy ringlets wildly bright—
Perhaps they have a hazel hue—
Perhaps are dark as night.
Thy loving smile—thy tender voice—
Thy footstep soft and free,
That bid a mother's heart rejoice,
Are all unknown to me.
Thy footstep soft and free,
That bid a mother's heart rejoice,
Are all unknown to me.
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I never cared for children much,
Yet there are one or two
I love right tenderly—and such,
I hope, dear child, are you.
Yet there are one or two
I love right tenderly—and such,
I hope, dear child, are you.
Like them, be kind—be meek—be just—
Be true to God and man—
Be sad and mournful, when you must—
Be cheerful, when you can.
Be true to God and man—
Be sad and mournful, when you must—
Be cheerful, when you can.
Farewell! that word how can I name
To one I never met?
No matter—it is all the same,
So farewell! little H---
To one I never met?
No matter—it is all the same,
So farewell! little H---
1839.
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