LITTLE MAGGIE.
My purest pearl, my baby girl, With laughing eyes of blue,With forehead fair, and curly hair Of golden brownish hue.
Your eyes to-night are clear and bright As stars upon the sea;While o'er your cheek red wavelets break And ripple rosily.
I love to see those smiles of glee Upon your baby lips;No grief nor care has settled there To shadow or eclipse.
Your dimpled feet, so fair and sweet, Upon life's threshold stand—Its fairest flowers and purest hours Now tremble in your hand.
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