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William Brighty Rands - Polly
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Brown eyes,
         Straight nose; 
     Dirt pies, 
         Rumpled clothes; 

     Torn books, 
         Spoilt toys; 
     Arch looks, 
         Unlike a boy`s; 

     Little rages, 
       Obvious arts; 
   (Three her age is,) 
       Cakes, tarts; 

   Falling down 
       Off chairs; 
   Breaking crown 
       Down stairs; 

   Catching flies 
       On the pane; 
   Deep sighs,— 
       Cause not plain. 

   Bribing you 
       With kisses 
   For a few 
       Farthing blisses; 

   Wide awake, 
       As you hear, 
   "Mercy`s sake, 
       Quiet, dear!" 

   New shoes, 
       New frock; 
   Vague views 
       Of what`s o`clock 

   When it`s time 
       To go to bed, 
   And scorn sublime 
       Of what is said; 

   Folded hands, 
       Saying prayers, 
   Understands 
       Not, nor cares; 

   Thinks it odd, 
       Smiles away; 
   Yet may God 
       Hear her pray! 

   Bedgown white, 
       Kiss Dolly; 
   Good-night!— 
       That`s Polly, 

   Fast asleep, 
       As you see; 
   Heaven keep 
       My girl for me!
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