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LOOKING BEYOND.
And a single word of kindness,
Spoken to a heart that's cold,
May be priceless as the jewels
Which princes wore of old!
For a little smile of charity
Is better than fine gold.
Spoken to a heart that's cold,
May be priceless as the jewels
Which princes wore of old!
For a little smile of charity
Is better than fine gold.
MY LITTLE LADY IN BLUE.
My Little Lady in Blue!
I follow her down the street,
And look in the sand for the dainty print,
The winsome print of her feet,—
Feet so charmingly, cunningly fleet,—
Gaiters but number two!
My heart leaps up at sound of her step,
And beats a noisy tattoo!
Airiest, fairest, sweetest, and best!
My Little Lady in Blue.
I follow her down the street,
And look in the sand for the dainty print,
The winsome print of her feet,—
Feet so charmingly, cunningly fleet,—
Gaiters but number two!
My heart leaps up at sound of her step,
And beats a noisy tattoo!
Airiest, fairest, sweetest, and best!
My Little Lady in Blue.
Cheeks like the roses of Spain!
Hair in ringlets of gold,—
Tossing and waving at every step,
Billows of sunlight unrolled!
Hands like the fluttering leaf of a lily,
Graceful, stainless in hue,
White, aristocratic, small hands,
Shared by the favored few!
Never were hands, in all the wide world,
Like those of My Lady in Blue!
Hair in ringlets of gold,—
Tossing and waving at every step,
Billows of sunlight unrolled!
Hands like the fluttering leaf of a lily,
Graceful, stainless in hue,
White, aristocratic, small hands,
Shared by the favored few!
Never were hands, in all the wide world,
Like those of My Lady in Blue!
