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KATY.
KATY.
A little angel-child, with great blue eyesThat speak as plainly as her prattling tongue,Gave me this lock of hair—a simple curl,Soft as her cheek and sunny as her smile.I keep the token with a jealous care,For when I look at it my mind is filledWith thoughts of truth and tenderness and love. And innocent simplicity of heart, And all those lovely attributes that throw Around endearing childhood that rare charmWhich like the violet's perfume gives to itA nameless sweetness.—Blissful-hearted child!If I can read thy horoscope arightThe dawning of thy life is not more fairThan its late close will be. A vision brightShows me thy sun of life descending slow'Mid rosy clouds, the portals of that worldThat lies beyond the grave; and voices soft,Whose tones can reach the spirit's ear alone,Float from that realm of never-ending bliss,—'Welcome thou stainless one, no taint of earthUnfits thee for the bliss that angels share'!
