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AGNES.
To Agnes Adeline Rowe:
There is a winning little girl,
With dark brown eyes, and auburn curl,—
The name of this—my little pearl—
Is Agnes.
With dark brown eyes, and auburn curl,—
The name of this—my little pearl—
Is Agnes.
She is a cheerful little thing,
Happy as robins on the wing—
Which in the summer sweetly sing—
My Agnes.
Happy as robins on the wing—
Which in the summer sweetly sing—
My Agnes.
To-day, she is just five years old—
Washington's birth-day, too, I'm told;
And she is dearer far than gold.
My Agnes.
Washington's birth-day, too, I'm told;
And she is dearer far than gold.
My Agnes.
Be kind to all you chance to meet;
Run errands of love with willing feet;
That grateful friends may ever greet
Thee, Agnes.
Run errands of love with willing feet;
That grateful friends may ever greet
Thee, Agnes.
Love grandpa, grandma, mamma, too,
And Uncle Sam—they all love you,
To George, Phil, Blyden, e'er be true,—
My Agnes.
And Uncle Sam—they all love you,
To George, Phil, Blyden, e'er be true,—
My Agnes.
Learn all you can where'er you go,
Of nature's secrets,—where wild flowers grow,
And with Aunt Millie learn to row,
My Agnes.
Of nature's secrets,—where wild flowers grow,
And with Aunt Millie learn to row,
My Agnes.
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May God in kindness look on thee,
And many birthday's may you see,
And may you ever happy be—
My Agnes.
And many birthday's may you see,
And may you ever happy be—
My Agnes.
May all your life be pure and bright,
Illumined o'er with virtue's light,
And happy as it is to-night—
Dear Agnes.
Illumined o'er with virtue's light,
And happy as it is to-night—
Dear Agnes.
Feb. 22d, 1882.
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