"JUST LIKE A COMET!"
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BY JOSEPHINE POLLARD.
A little maid, so wondrous wise In speech, and with observing eyes, Was wakened at the early morn, And to an eastern window borne, That she might see the comet bright, And nevermore forget the sight. The shining star was pointed out, Its head with splendor rayed about, And then, outspreading like a dress, Its train of dazzling loveliness, And all the points that made it far More beautiful than any star. The little maiden gazed, and gazed; At such a wonder much amazed; And never had she seen before The morning sky so spangled o'er, Or fancied that the silver moon Staid out so late, or rose so soon. The stars kept winking overhead, As if they longed to be in bed, And two bright orbs in mamma's lap Were closed to finish out their nap, While still the comet swept the skies, The marvel of admiring eyes. Next day within the nursery The little maiden chanced to be, When baby was on dress parade, Its pretty finery well displayed, As high in nurse's arms 'twas held With all its frowns and fears dispelled. Its flaxen head, with aureole bright, Its lengthy train of dazzling white, Were noted by the maid so wise, Who stood, with widely opened eyes, And said, "It looks"—her speech was slow— "Just like a comet!" And 'twas so.
"I DO LOVE DOLLY SO MUCH!"
