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LITTLE JAMIE.
Winter winds may rage without,
Mist and rain be blown about,
Summer surely put to flight—
Yet he lingers here to-night!
For my chamber blooms and glows
With the red flame of a rose,
Fresh, and fragrant, and as fair
As the summer roses were.
Mist and rain be blown about,
Summer surely put to flight—
Yet he lingers here to-night!
For my chamber blooms and glows
With the red flame of a rose,
Fresh, and fragrant, and as fair
As the summer roses were.
Yes! my chamber thrills with joy,
Laughing in a rosy boy,
In whose blood the gathered glee
Mantles, of his summers three.
Full of lusty life and mirth,
And the wholesome love of earth,
He defies the influence drear
Wafted from the fading year.
Laughing in a rosy boy,
In whose blood the gathered glee
Mantles, of his summers three.
Full of lusty life and mirth,
And the wholesome love of earth,
He defies the influence drear
Wafted from the fading year.
Willie, with his moonlit gaze
Far removed from mortal ways,
Looks down curiously upon
This mirth-filled phenomenon—
From his eyes the mystic ray
Fades to common light-of-day,
And our cloud-rapt vagrant wild
Drops, a happy human child.
Far removed from mortal ways,
Looks down curiously upon
This mirth-filled phenomenon—
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Fades to common light-of-day,
And our cloud-rapt vagrant wild
Drops, a happy human child.
Little Jamie! with the eyes
Clear and full as summer skies;
And the warm and winning air,
Frank as sunshine; and the hair
White as hayricks were in June;
And the happy heart in tune
With all nature's harmony—
You are summer's self to me!
Clear and full as summer skies;
And the warm and winning air,
Frank as sunshine; and the hair
White as hayricks were in June;
And the happy heart in tune
With all nature's harmony—
You are summer's self to me!
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