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ACROSTICS AND OTHER VERSES
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But Maggie deep in rosy sleep . . .
And softly in her dreams.
Whispers the Battle-cry of Freedom.
"Oxford, good-bye!"
She seems to sigh.
"You dear old City,
With gardens pretty,
And lanes and flowers,
And college-towers.
And Tom's great Bell . . .
Farewell — farewell:
For Maggie may be
Booties' Baby!"
MAGGIE B
(To Maggie Bowman)
Written by Maggie B-
Bought by me:
A present to Maggie B-
Sent by me:
But who can Maggie be?
Answered by me:
"She is she."
Aug, 13, 1891.
