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Then what will you do with it, Jennie, When found, the small treasure you seek?" Ah, a clover, four-leaved, is so lucky To wear with a wish for a week."

Just beside you I spy out one nodding;" Her eager hands caught it with care. I heard, I am sure, a small whisper, And pink flushed the forehead so fair

As she kissed the leaf, tenderly laying Its quadruple petals in place In the narrow-arched sole of her slipper, With hopeful content on her face.

The world wore its garlands of verdure, Its crowns, mingled roses and rue, Many times ere I met little Jennie— Not &quot;Bell&quot; any longer, I knew.

Ah, the face had grown wan and despairing, The hand very slender and weak That extended itself for the token I gathered, my greetings to speak.

Did it bring you good luck, little Jennie, The wish of your heart, Jennie dear?" As she stooped o'er the bunch of green leaflets I saw the swift shine of a tear;

And I saw, in that globule of sorrow (Sad lens made of pitiful rain)