TO MY LITTLE NAMESAKE, MAY DEE COLLIER.
Is it but my foolish fancy That you have your father's eyes,That the presence of his spirit In their azure beauty lies?Little one, lift up your lashes- Lift them up, and let me seeIf the light is in their glances That was once so dear to me.
I can see your mother's beauty Playing in your dimples now,And her golden hair is rippling Softly from your baby brow.The same bright waves of color In your cheeks I see arise,But—look up, you precious baby!— Yes, you have your father's eyes,
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