Poems (Brown)/Lines to Little Fannie

by Carrie L. Brown

LINES TO LITTLE FANNIE. 

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Hark! I hear the pattering
 Of little dancing feet,
And I turn with beaming smiles
 A little face to greet.
A frame of dark brown curls appears,
 With eyes of azure hue;
They sparkle like the lily's cup,
 Bathed with the morning dew.

In loving tones I speak her name,
 And press her to my heart,
And long to have her for my own,
 And never from her part.
A sudden clasp of little arms,
 My name is whispered low,
While thus she pleads so sweet and clear,
 "Please, Carrie, let me go."

I kiss once more her dimpled check,
 As fair as earth's bright morn;
I catch a glimpse of sunny curls,
 I turn—but she is gone.
And now her little tiny feet
 Are tripping through the dance,
And looking up in roguish glee,
 Her sparkling blue eyes glance.

O Fannie! joyous, happy child!
 Dance on in childhood's hour;
Let Love and Friendship, Truth and Grace,
 Bequeath their lowly dower;
Drink thou ever at those fountains—
 Ever drain their golden cup;
And when thy hour to die draws near,
 "May the angels take thee up."