Daisy Dare, and Baby PowerPoems
And loves each one "the best."

With smut or blacking-brush,

Always making a rush.

They'll fight, and kiss again

Or cruel, wicked Cain.

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On sunny days—in doors

To rush out when it pours.

—In spite her nice new cap—

While riding on her lap.

Prattling the live-long day,

Hazel, and blue, and gray.—

Too happy, we trust, to fade—

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Like violets in the shade.

A dawning light so fair,

We dread the noon-tide glare

May spoil its tender glow,

As earth-stains change the snow!

Three white brows upward turned,


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