My Jewels

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Title:     My Jewels
Author: Cotton Noe [More Titles by Noe]

His little Blue Dress is hidden away
From the eyes of the vulgar world,--
And the dear little Shoes,--more precious are they
Than silver or gold empearled--
Jewels that lure like the stars above,
Hidden from all but the eyes of love.

I watched him oft with a mother's heart
As he played with his dear little toys;
But now he is gone, and I sit apart
And muse of those vanished joys;--
Dream of his eyes and his beautiful hair,
And thrill with the love of a sweet despair.

The gaze of the vulgar world today
Would only my jewels abuse;
And this is the reason I hid them away,--
The little Blue Dress and the Shoes:
And I pray that in death my eyes may caress
The dear little Shoes and the little Blue Dress.

[The end]
Cotton Noe's poem: My Jewels

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