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THE SHAMROCK.
BY L. E. L.
Hope, mirth, and love, these are the bonds
That link them to each other—
Those fairy sisters who support
Their little laughing brother.
Their eyes are filled with happiness,
Each face is very fair,
And their bright heads—a day in June
Has shed its sunshine there.
Raised as in triumph on their arms,
The youngest one looks down—
He is a monarch absolute
As ever wore a crown.
There's many a king in Europe now,
With sceptre and with sword,
Whose regal will is far more curbed
Than his—that infant lord.
