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You, -flov. ets, are mother’s nosegay,

 
 
  

She's. going to a ball to-night, ca
And you will hear music, and see the fun cae

And enjoy yourselves in the light.

And I shall lie in the dark, tucked up,
And see nothing pretty at all as
Oh! I wish I could be a nosegay,

For then I could go to the ball.
Edith Bland,