TO LITTLE EDWILL'S MAMMA.
[Mrs. Vance Allen of Galveston.]
Your dear little girl is already A poem, so tender and sweet,No fairy-like touches of fancy Could make it more lovely, complete.
With cheeks like the petals of roses, A brow like the lily so fair,—And surely the sunshine has wandered And lost all its gold in her hair.
The angels of twilight when painting The soft summer blue of the skies,Let fall from its exquisite azure A beam for her beautiful eyes.
The flowers all blushing and dewy, New-born in the heart of the South,Gave Nature their loveliest rosebud And cleft it apart for her mouth.
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