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THE BROKEN TOY.

'T is very long ago now,
I was a little boy,—
I had, and guarded carefully,
A pretty little toy;
A golden heart, all sparkling
And set with jewels bright,
With opals and with rubies,
And with pearls so pure and white.
I saw a lovely maiden
With smiling lips apart,
And rashly did I give her
My pretty golden heart.
She toyed with it an hour,
So gay and merrily;
Up in the dazzling sunbeams
She tossed it playfully.
And with her tiny foot, then,
She crushed and broke it quite,—
My golden heart, all sparkling
With jewels clear and bright.
Then back she, careless, gave me
My little broken toy,
With pretty scornful laughter,
And a merry childish joy.
Poor heart, all crushed and broken,—
I'm weeping o'er it yet;
Alas! the lovely maiden
I never can forget.
'T is very long ago, now,
I was a little boy,—
But still I'm weeping sadly
Over my broken toy.