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SCHOOL-CHILDREN.

They are passing now, a merry group: I can hear each joyous tone.
Two are walking with close-clasped hands, and one trips onward alone;
And each one holds in her dimpled hand a bunch of spring flowers just blown.

One has eyes of the brightest blue, and curls of the sunniest gold;
Lips like rosebuds, and brow white as the Parian marble cold,—
Nellie, sweet darling, and pet of all! she is only three Aprils old.

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