<h2><SPAN name="HER_PORTRAIT" id="HER_PORTRAIT"></SPAN>Her Portrait</h2>
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<span class="i0"><span class="letra">A</span> LITTLE child, she stood that far-off day,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">When Love, the master-painter, took the brush<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And on the wall of mem’ry dull and grey<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Traced tender eyes, wide brow, and changing blush,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The gladness and the youth, the bending head<br/></span>
<span class="i2">All covered over with its curls of gold,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">The dimpled arms, the two hands filled with bread<br/></span>
<span class="i2">To feed the little sparrows brown and bold<br/></span>
<span class="i0">That flutter to her feet. It hangs there still,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Just as ’twas painted on that far-off day,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">Nor faded is the blush upon the cheek,<br/></span>
<span class="i2">The sweet lips hold their smiling and can thrill,<br/></span>
<span class="i0">And still the eyes—so tender, and so meek—<br/></span>
<span class="i2">Light up the walls of mem’ry dull and gray.<br/></span></div>
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<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="page_205" id="page_205"></SPAN>{205}</span></p>
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