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My Namesake.
"Not so," exclaimed a gentle voice,
As there appeared in sight
A form to make the heart rejoice,
So glorious was its light—
"My name is Friendship,"—at the word
Bewitchingly serene,
The sprite, Gay Satire, disappeared,
And purer seemed the scene.

"An Album's use let me now give,"
The beauteous image said,
"It brings together hearts that live,
And calls to life the dead—
Upon the dark and troubled earth
It sendeth many a ray,
So call it not of little worth
Nor cast it quite away."

MY NAMESAKE.
I HAVE a little namesake,
So full of joyous glee,
There's not a child the wide world o'er
More dearly loved than she—
So idolized by many hearts,
More prized than wealth untold,
My playful little namesake
Of scarcely two years old.