A PORTRAIT

WHO is that young and gentle dame who

stands in yonder gilded frame,

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Clad in a simple muslin gown whose 'broi-

dered frills hang limply down,

Blue ribbons in her yellow

curls, around her neck a string of pearls—

Her

eyes

blue stars in

ancient gloom, a-seeking you all o'er the room,

As if to call sweet memories to her?—

My grandmother, before I knew her.