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THE STUFFED MAGPIES
In the days when I was happy with my childish loves and games,
With my mother's quick caresses that forgave my simple shames,
In my room (the eyes of memory can see the very place!)
There were perching two stuffed magpies in an old glass case.
With my mother's quick caresses that forgave my simple shames,
In my room (the eyes of memory can see the very place!)
There were perching two stuffed magpies in an old glass case.
When I grew to want of daring, I adventured on the sea,
And I started from my mother's kiss half tearful, half in glee;
But often from the Tropics all my heart would fly apace
To my mother and the little room that held the old glass case.
And I started from my mother's kiss half tearful, half in glee;
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To my mother and the little room that held the old glass case.
Then at last my feet turned homeward to the farmstead and the stack,
But mother dear was gone away, and never could come back.
The furniture remained; and oh, the tears that stung my face
When I saw the two stuffed magpies in the old glass case!
But mother dear was gone away, and never could come back.
The furniture remained; and oh, the tears that stung my face
When I saw the two stuffed magpies in the old glass case!
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