<h2><SPAN name="page97"></SPAN><span class="pagenum"></span>LITTLE BLUE HOOD</h2>
<p class="poetry">Every morning and every night<br/>
There passes our window near the street,<br/>
A little girl with an eye so bright,<br/>
And a cheek so round and a lip so sweet!<br/>
The daintiest, jauntiest little miss<br/>
That ever any one longed to kiss,</p>
<p class="poetry">She is neat as wax, and fresh to view,<br/>
And her look is wholesome, and clean, and good.<br/>
Whatever her gown, her hood is blue,<br/>
And so we call her our “Little Blue
Hood,”<br/>
For we know not the name of the dear little lass,<br/>
But we call to each other to see her pass,</p>
<p class="poetry">“Little Blue Hood is coming
now!”<br/>
And we watch from the window while she goes by,<br/>
She has such a bonny, smooth, white brow,<br/>
And a fearless look in her long-lashed eye!<br/>
And a certain dignity wedded to grace<br/>
Seems to envelop her form and face.</p>
<p class="poetry"><SPAN name="page98"></SPAN><span class="pagenum">p.
98</span>Every morning, in sun or rain,<br/>
She walks by the window with sweet, grave air,<br/>
And never guesses behind the pane<br/>
We two are watching and thinking her fair;<br/>
Lovingly watching her down the street,<br/>
Dear little Blue Hood, bright and sweet.</p>
<p class="poetry">Somebody ties that hood of blue<br/>
Under the face so fair to see,<br/>
Somebody loves her, beside we two,<br/>
Somebody kisses her—why can’t we?<br/>
Dear Little Blue Hood fresh and fair,<br/>
Are you glad we love you, or don’t you care?</p>
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