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Something Found.
SOMETHING FOUND .
Mv baby boy has found a prize Up on the dusty shelf , Though how he reached it no . one knows , Except the rogue himself . Tight clasped in tAvo Avee chubby hands He brings it to my side : — A packet , yelloAv , stained , and worn , With faded ribbon tied .
It ' s—no , it ' s not my old receipts , Nor Madame Muslin ' s bills , ' # Nor dear old grand'ma ' s certain cures For household aches and ills . Here , let me see— " My precious pride ! Your own sweet turtle dove !" Good gracious ! it is what I Avrote - When I first fell in love ?"
And Ered has kept this nonsense safe Through twenty changing years . Here ' s quite a woful sheet , that still Is blotted up with tears ; Ancl here ' s a halting rhyme I thought Byronic in its flow ; Ancl here's the little glove I wore Eull twenty years ago .
Oh , dear ! oh , dear ! what folly now This old-time sweetness seems ! To think of calling sober Fred " The idol of my dreams !" This crumpled note of dire despair I smuggled out of school . What woidd I do with my OAVU May , If she were—such a fool ?
Ah , yes , I'm forty , fat , and fair , And Fred is stout ancl gray ; Good gracious ! if they saw this trash , What would the chddren say ? We'll bum these ugly papers up , My baby , you . and- I ; . Mamma is crying ? Darling , no ; We old folks never cry .
Note: This text has been automatically extracted via Optical Character Recognition (OCR) software.
Something Found.
SOMETHING FOUND .
Mv baby boy has found a prize Up on the dusty shelf , Though how he reached it no . one knows , Except the rogue himself . Tight clasped in tAvo Avee chubby hands He brings it to my side : — A packet , yelloAv , stained , and worn , With faded ribbon tied .
It ' s—no , it ' s not my old receipts , Nor Madame Muslin ' s bills , ' # Nor dear old grand'ma ' s certain cures For household aches and ills . Here , let me see— " My precious pride ! Your own sweet turtle dove !" Good gracious ! it is what I Avrote - When I first fell in love ?"
And Ered has kept this nonsense safe Through twenty changing years . Here ' s quite a woful sheet , that still Is blotted up with tears ; Ancl here ' s a halting rhyme I thought Byronic in its flow ; Ancl here's the little glove I wore Eull twenty years ago .
Oh , dear ! oh , dear ! what folly now This old-time sweetness seems ! To think of calling sober Fred " The idol of my dreams !" This crumpled note of dire despair I smuggled out of school . What woidd I do with my OAVU May , If she were—such a fool ?
Ah , yes , I'm forty , fat , and fair , And Fred is stout ancl gray ; Good gracious ! if they saw this trash , What would the chddren say ? We'll bum these ugly papers up , My baby , you . and- I ; . Mamma is crying ? Darling , no ; We old folks never cry .