TREASURED TOKENS.
I opened my darling's trunk to-day,Where all of her dresses are laid away;The little blue robe of soft delaine,With its bands of white, brought back againMy own little girl, so full of glee,Standing, impatient, beside my knee,Teasing and coaxing, with sweet caress,For Mamma to finish her "petty boo dess."
The little bronze boot she wore that dayHas two of the buttons quite torn away;One tiny glove of the brightest blueIs lying beside the half-worn shoe—How well I remember the sunny dayShe lost the other while out at play;This little white bonnet with fluted frill—Her sweet blue eyes seem peeping still
From under the ruffle in childish glee,Always laughing, happy, and free;
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