To a Little Girl

Her eyes are like forget-me-nots,
— So loving, kind and true;
Her lips are like a pink sea-shell
— Just as the sun shines through;

Her hair is like the waving grain
— In summer's golden light;
And, best of all, her little soul
— Is, like a lily, white.
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