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I knew her as my schoolmate then,
My glad companion now ;
When care first writes, with iron pen,
His name npon my brow.
Her very smile my heart could move
To strange wild throbs of joy ;
With Jenny I'd have fallen in love,
If I had been a boy.
Her voice may lose its witching tone.
Her step its girlish glee :
Dear Jenny still can lose not one
Of all her charms for me !
As did she once, she doth to-day,
The same sweet strength impart :
Let none my jewel steal away.
My Jenny from my heart !
BABY IN HEAVEN.
Under the willow's whispering shade,
Under the daisies our baby is laid ;
Under the snow-drop, under the snow,
Molly, our darling wee Molly, lies low.
Her sweet childish prattle re-echoes no more,
Her toddling footsteps ne'er run to the door.
It is hard to believe our wee darling is gone,
As we silently sit in the twilight alone.

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