DAISY'S GOOD-BYE TO HER DOLL.
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How the children who loved you
May wander or fare.
And yet 'tis a comfort
To know evermore,
One spot is unchanging,
From rafter to floor;
And there's something enduring
We loved long ago,
Child, maiden and woman,
From blossom to snow.
DAISY'S GOOD-BYE TO HER DOLL.
DAISY is just fifteen to-day,
And so bequeaths her doll away,
With fine attire, to Cousin May,
To keep for ever.
I saw her stroke the flaxen head,
And kiss the cheeks of battered red,
"Good-bye, old doll," she softly said—
"Good-bye, for ever."
Then sad thoughts in my bosom stirred
At daughter Daisy's whispered word,
Which I unwittingly had heard,
Remembered ever,
