poems.
17
THE TWO GOOD NIGHTS.
We remember, we remember,
A little gentle girl,
That charmed us with her lovely eyes,
And head of golden curls.
A little gentle girl,
That charmed us with her lovely eyes,
And head of golden curls.
She was our youngest blossom—
A pet of some four years;
Her path was crowned with roses,
And free from childhood's tears.
A pet of some four years;
Her path was crowned with roses,
And free from childhood's tears.
Her merry voice resounded
All day in gleesome song,
While she sported in the garden,
The cheerful flowers among.
All day in gleesome song,
While she sported in the garden,
The cheerful flowers among.
And when the lamps of evening
Were lighted up on high,
She'd stand, with finger pointing
To the calm, clear, azure sky.
Were lighted up on high,
She'd stand, with finger pointing
To the calm, clear, azure sky.
