A Picture

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Title:     A Picture
Author: Madge Morris Wagner [More Titles by Wagner]

A little maid, with sweet brown eyes,
Upraised to mine in sad surprise;
I held two tiny hands in mine,
I kissed the little maid farewell.
Her cheeks to deeper crimson flushed,
The sweet, shy glances downward fell;
From rosy lips came--ah! so low--
"I love you, do not go!"

I see it through the lapse of years--
This picture, ofttimes blurred with tears.
No tiny hands in mine are held,
No sweet brown eyes my pulses wake--
Only in memory a voice
E'er bids me stay for love's sweet sake.

[The end]
Madge Morris Wagner's poem: Picture

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