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Her Photograph

Her Photograph image
Parent Issue
Day
18
Month
January
Year
1895
Copyright
Public Domain
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You are posing for a lasslo, But I vow yon ;ir an elf. On the mom that yon ware ;akoa I w the sun enjoyed himat 'f! L-.j ly Boll I f'd qultu eertain 'i hat he barneet uu asure hue When he orvildn't caten tl"1 olor Of jour winsome eyes of blue. I gaze upou your feature! - Pairer neme will ew r füid. I'm Kiüd that I'ui not Cupid, For you know tbat Cupid's blind. Do you like my just? You're smiliug. Pm tty picture, let us lauyh. I uin temptcd mueh to kiss yon- Oh, you witching photograph! All the world proclaims you cliarming. I can well belleye it so. Tet there ia a look about you Wukes r.iy pity for the beaux. You mock them when their lirarta ache And tlioir "wouiuls you scorn to heul, And you're lacking in compassion For the pangs you never feel. Alas, I'm growing solemn, And yourc much too swent to scold. Who could blame a pretty bloasom That it is not sad and old? Like the rosi s and the lilies, (ra wt re born the earth to grace, Ajid the tnon, like BÜly mothlings, Bhould be taught their humble place. It is th'-i; í to kneel before you, It is yo:'.rs to be adorcd, Eut the beaux are stupid beings. And I'm hure you're of ten bored. So i-.iT feur I, too, may boro you, Just :i wisb, and then adieu- May til ■ sl.ii 's that bi-'am above j'ou Match your winsome eyes of blue!

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