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LITTLE EMMELINE.
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Its eddies whirl, its wavelets sweep
Away unto the distant deep.
How like our little Emmeline,—
Our dainty little Emmeline—
Our charming little girl!
Amid the hills she too was born,
And merrily she sings !
She’s joyous as the flashing Som,
And like its chimes her laughter rings.
With many a whirl and many a leap,
She flutters round the moaning deep.
Our playful little Emmeline,—
Our sweet, our dainty Emmeline—
Our charming little girl.
The sun from out the storm looks forth,
The torrent foams away :
We’ve sought her east, we’ve sought her west—
We’ve sought her all the live-long day.
Within the wood—along the shore—
The trees they rock, the surges roar ;
But no—no little Emmeline—
Our dainty little Emmeline—
We cannot find the child.
The eddies whirl, the wavelets sweep,
The torrent rushes wild ;
The wave is dark, the stream is deep ;
And where then is our child 1
Oh! God, her curls float o’er the pool,
Like flowers of Eden, beautiful—
She’s drowned! our little Emmeline,
Our dainty little Emmeline,
Our heaven, taken child!
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