  Illustrated L Like a cluster of sunbeams her hair is, As blue as the sky-tints her eye, And I think of the Queen of the Fairies Whenever she passes me by; And if we had fays Flitting round nowadays, I should fear she might fly far away Some day. Sometimes I am puzzled with wonder, To know why the wings were left out; But I'm pleased that they made such a blunder, When the little one first came about; For if she had wings, And soft feathers and things, I should know she would fly far away Some day. woman on swing I suspect, after all, she's but human; Yet an angel I couldn't love more. She's a sunshiny, sweet little woman, And her heart is a wide-open door. Oh, may never a sin, Through that door enter in! For I know she will fly far away Some day. decoration |
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