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LITLLE NANNIE.
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LITTLE NANNIE.
HILE we watched in chilly May Winter's slow surrender,
Waiting vainly for a day
Warm and soft and tender,
Little Nannie found her way
Into summer splendor.
Nannie, with her rose-white face
And her dove-like cooing,
Winning in all hearts a place
By her artless wooing,
And the deeds of baby grace
She was always doing.
And her dove-like cooing,
Winning in all hearts a place
By her artless wooing,
And the deeds of baby grace
She was always doing.
We whose lives have left behind
Childhood's paths forever,
In our tiresome strivings find
Years of vain endeavor:
Tedious toil of hand and mind,
Recompensed, ah never!
Childhood's paths forever,
In our tiresome strivings find
Years of vain endeavor:
Tedious toil of hand and mind,
Recompensed, ah never!
