 | Poems by Elizabeth Akers (Florence Percy) |  |
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LITTLE NANNIE.
While we watched in chilly May
Winter's slow surrender,
Waiting vainly for a day
Warm and soft and tender,
Little Nannie found her way
Into summer splendor.
Winter's slow surrender,
Waiting vainly for a day
Warm and soft and tender,
Little Nannie found her way
Into summer splendor.
Nannie, with her rose-white face
And her dove-like cooing,
Winning in all hearts a place
By her artless wooing,
And the deeds of baby grace
She was always doing.
And her dove-like cooing,
Winning in all hearts a place
By her artless wooing,
And the deeds of baby grace
She was always doing.
We whose lives have left behind
Childhood's paths forever,
In our tiresome strivings find
Years of vain endeavor:
Tedious toil of hand and mind,
Recompensed, ah never!
Childhood's paths forever,
In our tiresome strivings find
Years of vain endeavor:
Tedious toil of hand and mind,
Recompensed, ah never!
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But this world, whose brightest day
Seems to us so dreary,
Nannie found all bright and gay,
Love-alight and cheery,—
Stayed a little while to play,
And went home unweary.
Seems to us so dreary,
Nannie found all bright and gay,
Love-alight and cheery,—
Stayed a little while to play,
And went home unweary.
When the summer-garden glows
With its blossoms many,
And we find a wee white rose
Lovelier than any,
We shall say, “How fair it grows!
This is little Nannie!”
With its blossoms many,
And we find a wee white rose
Lovelier than any,
We shall say, “How fair it grows!
This is little Nannie!”
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