Part 1 — THE WIFE
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The little Dreams of Maidenhood— I put them all away As tenderly as mother would The toys of yesterday, When little children grow to men Too over-wise for play.
The little dreams I put aside— I loved them every one, And yet since moon-blown buds must hide Before the noon-day sun, I close them wistfully away And give the key to none.
O little Dreams of Maidenhood— Lie quietly, nor care If some day in an idle mood I, searching unaware Through some closed corner of my heart, Should laugh to find you there.
Theodosia Garrison [1874-