THE LITTLE BOY I LOST.
There hangs upon our cottage wall A picture, full of childish grace,Bright golden curls are clinging round And framing in the boyish face.From under lashes long and curled The large, dark eyes look down on me,And through the parted coral lips The tiny, pearly teeth I see.
Upon a scarlet cushion there The little dimpled fingers rest,The velvet jacket parts above The fluted ruffles on the breastI look upon it and my heart By waves of recollection tostIs shaken with the memory of The little boy I long have lost.
A fairy child, so wondrous sweet, That strangers paused to look at him,
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