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TO A WOOLLEN DOLL.

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TO A WOOLLEN DOLL. Ah Joey, ancient friend of mine, 'Tis years indeed, since last we met; But, 'spite the knocks and rubs of time, Thy limbs are perfect yet: Scarlet thy cheek, and still unchanged Thy locks of jet. That smile, too! Ah, that I could smile As thou hast done, thro' foul and fair. Those woollen legs unbreakable! That shock of hair! Thy tiny nose! thy one bland eye Of earthenware! All this I see; but more than this: For in the mem'ry. as I gaze, Arise the thoughts of other times— The happiness of other days. Strange, the droll features of a doll A tear should raise! But, Joey, I'll not envy thee; Thou feelest nought of earthly woes— No human pain. But where the gain? Thy breast no pleasure knows. Forgotten is the envious thorn When plucked the rose. H. S.

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