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SCHOOL-CHILDREN.
They are passing now, a merry group: I can
hear each joyous tone.
Two are walking with close-clasped hands, and
one trips onward alone ;
And each one holds in her dimpled hand a bunch
of spring flowers just blown.
One has eyes of the brightest blue, and curls
of the sunniest gold ;
Lips like rosebuds, and brow white as the Parian
marble cold,
Nellie, sweet darling, and pet of all! she is
only three Aprils old.
