MY LITTLE TREASURE.

To each little one the angel had brought the gift that was
best. To Ethel—the joy of her mother’s heart and cherished.
by loving friends—healing and strength for life’s work yet
before her. To Jamie, the poor orphan, his mother, rest, and
heaven.

MY LITTLE TREASURE. |

OULD you know my little treasure,
Rarest, priceless beyond measure ?
Come with me;
Look and see—
Ripe lips brimming o’er with pleasure—
Laughter-loving Mayjorie!

Little darling, bright eyes gleaming,
Full of thought and tender dreaming—
Thought for me!
Look and see
All the love that there is beaming—
"Sweetest, dearest Marjorie!

Little daughter, full of laughter,
Whom the sunbeams ripple after,
Dear to me;
Look and see
All the love that I would waft her—

Best of treasures, Marjorie!
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