“My little Pet, my little Pet,
Dost thou remember still,
The quiet spot where first we met
The grove upon the hill;
With the stately capitol in sight,
The green sloping grounds,
Where oft beneath the starry night,
We walked our lonely rounds? . . .
Thou were pensive, then, my little Pet,
Thy lid had lost its hue,
Thy fawn-like eyes were often wet,
Thy words were sad and few
Thy lovely curls were parted
O’er a brow as pale as death,
And I listened broken-hearted,
To thy slow and fainting breath.
My grief I may not ever speak
As I watched thee day by day.
And saw the life upon thy cheek
Like sun light, fade away. . . .”
(George W Cutter)
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