. Epitome: Yearbook 1896. flD\> 2)ivinit\2. f HE has two of the sweetest blue eyes,S As clear and deep as the skies;• But they laugh at me. She has a wealth of golden to touch it. I only could dare,How happy Id be. She has a mouth like a rosebud a Cupids bow complete, But it mocks at cheeks like a shell are tinted,And a dimple in each is dinted, So fair to see. She has two little fairy like , when I hasten to meet, Carn,- her way from dear little hands she uses,When an adoring glance confuses, To set her free. Her face of all is the grace
. Epitome: Yearbook 1896. flD\> 2)ivinit\2. f HE has two of the sweetest blue eyes,S As clear and deep as the skies;• But they laugh at me. She has a wealth of golden to touch it. I only could dare,How happy Id be. She has a mouth like a rosebud a Cupids bow complete, But it mocks at cheeks like a shell are tinted,And a dimple in each is dinted, So fair to see. She has two little fairy like , when I hasten to meet, Carn,- her way from dear little hands she uses,When an adoring glance confuses, To set her free. Her face of all is the graces surely are rarest Of any I time when my courage is stronger,And my poor heart can hold in no longer, Ill tell her so.
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