Poems (Curwen)/To Margery

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To Margery.
Little maiden, time is flying,  Flying, oh, so fast away! Winter's over, birds are singing  It is Margery's natal day.
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Little maiden, years are flying— Though it seems but yesterday, That a little smiling cherub  In my loving arms you lay.
Little maiden, time is flying,  Childhood's days will soon be o'er, May good angels ever guard thee— Guard thee now and evermore.
Little maiden, time may bring thee  Losses, crosses, joys and tears; May the great good Father keep thee  Ever, in the coming years.

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