And o’er the fire the parents sat,
Engag’d in sober, social chat,—
When suddenly a flash of light
Reveal’d to their astonish’d sight
A little form of lovely mien,
Epitome of Beauty’s Queen.
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Her zone was clasp’d with jewels rare,
And roses bound her auburn hair,
White was her robe, and in her hand
Graceful she wav’d an ivory wand.