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Stedman and Hutchinson, comps. A Library of American Literature:
An Anthology in Eleven Volumes. 1891.
Vols. IX–XI: Literature of the Republic, Part IV., 1861–1889

My Little Girl

By Samuel Minturn Peck (1854–1938)

MY little girl is nested

Within her tiny bed,

With amber ringlets crested

Around her dainty head;

She lies so calm and stilly,

She breathes so soft and low,

She calls to mind a lily

Half-hidden in the snow.

A weary little mortal

Has gone to slumberland;

The Pixies at the portal

Have caught her by the hand;

She dreams her broken dolly

Will soon be mended there,

That looks so melancholy

Upon the rocking-chair.

I kiss your wayward tresses,

My drowsy little queen;

I know you have caresses

From floating forms unseen.

O, Angels, let me keep her

To kiss away my cares,

This darling little sleeper,

Who has my love and prayers!