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THE FLOWER OF THE FLOCK.
When Mavis was baby, how happy were we !
How wondrously, beauteously perfect was
she !
No power could persuade us that ever again
Such a wonderful being would bless the
earth-plane.
And to two loving hearts from the hour of
her birth
Our dear dainty Mavis was “queen of the
earth.”
II.
But to keep our bright angel from loneliness
here,
Another sweet soul left the heavenly sphere,
To dwell among mortals and everyday things,
While ever retaining her halo and wings.
And golden-haired Gwennie, we soon had to
own,
While doubling our pleasure, divided the
throne.
