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POEMS.
THE TWINS.
DEAR little lassie mine,
With your yellow hair a-shine,
And rosebud mouth as sweet as buds in May,
Here, there, I know not where, from day to day,
Dear little tireless feet,
With their patter faint and sweet,
How can we help but love you any way?
With your yellow hair a-shine,
And rosebud mouth as sweet as buds in May,
Here, there, I know not where, from day to day,
Dear little tireless feet,
With their patter faint and sweet,
How can we help but love you any way?
Brave little laddie fair,
With your curly locks of hair,
Playing the mimic man, and making bold
To grasp our wealth of love, our heart's rich gold,
Running a laughing race
With old Monarch's stately pace,
Poor Monarch who is lazy and grows old!
With your curly locks of hair,
Playing the mimic man, and making bold
To grasp our wealth of love, our heart's rich gold,
Running a laughing race
With old Monarch's stately pace,
Poor Monarch who is lazy and grows old!
Lassie and laddie stand
On the threshold of a land
Where childhood parts and shows a rift between
Of light and shade across the tender green,
For womanhood has trod
The furrows that lead up to God,
On to the distant heights of love serene.
On the threshold of a land
Where childhood parts and shows a rift between
Of light and shade across the tender green,
For womanhood has trod
The furrows that lead up to God,
On to the distant heights of love serene.
I would the twins might be
Kept children for you and me,
Unsoiled and beautiful in heart and mind,
Clearer than sunshine on the summer wind,
Kept children for you and me,
Unsoiled and beautiful in heart and mind,
Clearer than sunshine on the summer wind,
