MY little one came, and brought me a flower,
Never a sweeter one grew;
But it faded and faded in one short hour,
And lost all its pretty blue.
My little one stayed in the room and played;
And so my flower bloomed bright,--
My beautiful blossom that did not fade,
But slept in my arms all night.
[Illustration]
[Illustration: "NOW, DOLLY, DEAR, I'M GOING AWAY."]
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