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primitive look is wise and grave, With a sense of the weight of the word "behave;" Though now and again she may condescend To a radiant smile for a private friend; But to smile for ever is weak, you know, And "little Blue-Ribbons" regards it so. She's a staid little woman! And so as well Is her ladyship's doll, "Miss Bonnibelle;" But I think what at present the most takes up The thoughts of her heart is her last new cup; For the object thereon,--be it understood,-- Is the "Robin that buried the 'Babes in the Wood'"-- It is not in the least like a robin, though, But "little Blue-Ribbons" declares it so. "Little Blue-Ribbons" believes, I think, That the rain comes down for the birds to drink; Moreover, she holds, in a cab you'd get To the spot where the suns of yesterday set; And I know that she fully expects to meet With a lion or wolf in Regent Street! We may smile, and deny as we like--But, no; For "little Blue-Ribbons" still dreams it so. Dear "little Blue-Ribbons!" She tells us all That she never intends to be "great" and "tall"; (For how could she ever contrive to sit In her "own, own chair," if she grew one bit!) And, further, she says, she intends to stay In her "darling home" till she gets "quite gray;" Alas! we are gray; and we doubt, you know, But "little Blue-Ribbons" will have it so! LINES TO A STUPID PICTURE. "_--the music of the moon Sleeps in the plain eggs of the nightingale._" Aylmer's Field. Five geese,--a landscape damp and wild,-- A stunted, not too pretty, child, Beneath a battered gingham; Such things, to say the least, require A Muse of more-than-average Fire Effectively to sing 'em. And yet--Why should they? Souls of mark Have sprung from such;--e'en Joan of Arc Had scarce a grander duty; Not always ('tis a maxim trite) From righteous sources comes the right,-- From beautiful, the beauty. Who shall decide where seed is sown? Maybe some priceless germ was blown To this unwholesome marish; (And what must grow will still increase, Though cackled round by half the geese And ganders in the parish.) Maybe this homely face may hide A Stael before whose mannish pride Our frailer sex shall tremble; Perch
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