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LITTLE MAGGIE.
Tho' smiles or tears may tinge your years, Shall light or quench their flame,My purest love will ever prove For you, my child, the same.
A mother's prayers, a mother's tears, Fresh from the heart and eye,Upon your curls, my pearl of pearls In benediction lie.
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Above her brow the willows now In solemn silence wave;In soft perfume the daisies bloom About her little grave.
Two years of love had smiled above My darling's golden head,When she was laid in gloom and shade Among the early dead.
