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“That little outcast grew a fairy girl,
A beautiful, a most beloved one.
There was a charm in every separate curl
Whose rings of jet hung glistening in the sun,
Which warmed her marble brow. There was a grace
Peculiar to herself, e'en from the first:
Shadows and thoughtfulness you seemed to trace
Upon that brow, and then a sudden burst
Of sunniness and laughter sparkled out,
And spread their rays of joyfulness about,” &c. &c.