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JENNIE LEE.
How blest is little Jennie Lee,
In summer's balmy hours,
Beneath the broad old shady tree,
Among the buds and flowers!
In summer's balmy hours,
Beneath the broad old shady tree,
Among the buds and flowers!
And not a floweret blooming there,
Or budding forth to sight,
Than Jennie is more sweet and fair,
Or has a heart more light.
Or budding forth to sight,
Than Jennie is more sweet and fair,
Or has a heart more light.
Her cheek is fresh with rosy hue,
Her forehead lily-white—
Her eyes like dewy hare-bells blue—
Her brown hair sunny bright.
Her forehead lily-white—
Her eyes like dewy hare-bells blue—
Her brown hair sunny bright.
As smiles come round her cherry lip,
Her dimple's play is such,
It seems some angel's finger-tip
Gave here and there a touch.
Her dimple's play is such,
It seems some angel's finger-tip
Gave here and there a touch.
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There in her cast-off, light straw hat,
Lie rose and purple bell,
Which she has dropped, to turn, and pat,
And praise her kind Fidel.
Lie rose and purple bell,
Which she has dropped, to turn, and pat,
And praise her kind Fidel.
For he, good dog, her faithful friend,
When she runs out to play,
Will ever her light steps attend,
And guard her by the way.
When she runs out to play,
Will ever her light steps attend,
And guard her by the way.
And her pure heart is always glad,
When gladness is with him;
But if he 's blamed, or sick, or sad,
Her eye in tears will swim.
When gladness is with him;
But if he 's blamed, or sick, or sad,
Her eye in tears will swim.
She thinks her pet can understand
And make her words a law;
And when she bids him give a hand,
He forward puts a paw.
And make her words a law;
And when she bids him give a hand,
He forward puts a paw.
She tells him not to scare the birds,
Nor bark, to tease the geese,
When, quick he takes her sign or words—
Comes back, and keeps the peace.
Nor bark, to tease the geese,
When, quick he takes her sign or words—
Comes back, and keeps the peace.
Then down beside her close he lies,
Her fond caress to seek,
And looks at her with wishful eyes,
As if he next would speak.
Her fond caress to seek,
And looks at her with wishful eyes,
As if he next would speak.
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And O! you must rejoice to see,
Or hear another tell
How happy with sweet Jennie Lee
Is her good friend, Fidel.
Or hear another tell
How happy with sweet Jennie Lee
Is her good friend, Fidel.
While thus her dog loves her so well,
'T is very sweet to see
How rich with her own dear Fidel
Is little Jennie Lee.
'T is very sweet to see
How rich with her own dear Fidel
Is little Jennie Lee.
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