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For these this toy of blushing hue

I prize with zeal before unknown,

It tells me of a Friend I knew,

Who loved me for myself alone.

3.

It tells me what how few can say

Though all the social tie commend;

Recorded in my heart 'twill lay,

It tells me mine was once a Friend.

4.

Through many a weary day gone by,

With time the gift is dearer grown;

And still I view in Memory's eye

That teardrop sparkle through my own.

5.

And heartless Age perhaps will smile,

Or wonder whence those feelings sprung;

Yet let not sterner souls revile,

For Both were open, Both were young.