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CHILD POEMS.
" If you were pretty, would you be good?"
So somebody said to Marjory.
" I cannot tell," said the maiden wild ;
" Plenty of people are good, you see."
Softly the sunset crept over the hill,
Soft, like a shadow-land, glistened the sea ;
Two little hands 'neath a head bent down :
" I am so tired !" said Marjorie.
