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LINES TO LITTLE FANNIE.
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.
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."
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."
