THE FLOWER OF THE FLOCK.
When Mavis was baby, how happy were we !
How wondrously, beauteously perfect was
No power could persuade us that ever again
Such a wonderful being would bless the
And to two loving hearts from the hour of
Our dear dainty Mavis was “queen of the
But to keep our bright angel from loneliness
Another sweet soul left the heavenly sphere,
To dwell among mortals and everyday things,
While ever retaining her halo and wings.
And golden-haired Gwennie, we soon had to
While doubling our pleasure, divided the