Cherished with love so true!

Only a soft and silken curl,

Bound with a knotted bow;

Worn on the head of a little girl

Lost in the long-ago.

Only a hallowed treasure kept

From the grave's decay and mold,

Over which her eyes have wept

With anguish all untold!

Only a link in the golden chain,

By Death's cold hand unbroken,

Which leads to where she'll meet again

The wearer of this token.

Only a relic undefiled,

Enshrined in a broken heart—

Rent in twain when a darling child

And a loving mother part!

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Only a ringlet of flaxen hair,

Tied with a ribbon blue,

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