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MARY.

Darling Jennie, sit you down;
 Lay your books beside you;
If you play beside the spring,
 Evil may betide you.
Listen now, and I will tell
 Of your little sister,
Ere, by her sweet beauty charmed,
 Death with white lips kissed her.

Wavingly her tresses hung
 On her snowy shoulders,
With a maze of golden curls,
 Gladdening all beholders;
And her hazel eyes looked up,
 With a sudden splendor,
Flashing from the soul within,
 Radiant yet tender.

And we deemed that surely she
 Bright things would inherit,
For within her bosom dwelt
 A most noble spirit.