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Rh KATE.

one—I wish you knew her,

Dark-eyed, rose-lipped, darling Kate!

Many an eye's bright cynosure,

Many a fond heart's star of fate.

Stately as the lily -blossom,

And as queenly and as fair;

With no sin in her young bosom,

On her brow no shade of care.

Should you see her you would love her;

All who ever knew her do;

But I fear you can not move her

To confess that she loves you.

For the little witch is wicked,

In a pretty, harmless way,

And if you should seem tormented,

Would delight to say you "nay."

Half-a-dozen dimples hover

'Mong the roses on her cheek;

Should she smile, you'll soon discover

How they play at hide-and-seek.

And her smile is just the fleetest,

Brightest, most enchanting smile!

And her merry laugh the sweetest

You will hear in many a mile.

From her pure and child-like forehead

Many a dark-brown silken tress,

Simply and demurely braided,

Still betrays her loveliness.

And the eyelids' long dark lashes

Have a most provoking art,

Drooping when the soft eye flashes

With the truth of her wild heart.