POOR MARIONETTE.
Poor Marionette! She worked so hard, And did her part with such precision ! But one cold clay, when off her guard, She tumbled on the cruel floor, And broke herself for evermore. Then worthless quite— Poor wooden mite ! Sho met with scorn and cold derision. "Throw her away ! " the showman cried. " Throw her away; we'll buy a new one." And so, despised, and cast aside, She lay all winter in the snow, Unmourned, forgotton long ago By human folk; • And never woke— So can a cruel fate undo one. Poor Marionette ! In course of time Sweot May came, bringing gentler woathcr, Then followed summer in her prime; And softly, on fair moonlight nights, Came mourning elves and dainty sprites, Who, woeping much, With tender touch, Soon hid her in the warm, sweet heather. —'St. Nicholas.'
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Evening Star, Issue 7403, 24 December 1887, Page 4 (Supplement)
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137POOR MARIONETTE. Evening Star, Issue 7403, 24 December 1887, Page 4 (Supplement)
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