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Rh How the children who loved you May wander or fare.

And yet 'tis a comfort To know evermore, One spot is unchanging, From rafter to floor;

And there's something enduring We loved long ago, Child, maiden and woman, From blossom to snow.

AISY is just fifteen to-day, And so bequeaths her doll away, With fine attire, to Cousin May, To keep for ever.

I saw her stroke the flaxen head, And kiss the cheeks of battered red, &quot;Good-bye, old doll,&quot; she softly said&mdash; &quot;Good-bye, for ever.&quot;

Then sad thoughts in my bosom stirred At daughter Daisy's whispered word, Which I unwittingly had heard, Remembered ever,