THE OLD DUTCH DOLL. My old Dutch Dolly has lost her paint, Hor cheeks have never a touch of red; Her nosa is nibbled, hor legs are loose, Her eyes have pone from her battered head. What does it matter? We still can play The. games we played in the days sjone by; Sho has been with me. to the wonderlands Beneath the se;>., and beyond the sky. Together we lio in my little bed, Aud talk of the things that we understand, Till we enter her kingdom behind the night— For she is queen'in Slumberland. Her hair is golden, her face is fair, Her voice is sweet as a silver bell; Her brbw is girt with a golden crown, And I am a prince and she. lovesme well. She may look battered, and worn, and old, When tho sun has conquered the. magio spell: But I am a prince when we close our eyes, And she is a queen—and she loves me well. ",I thought it was a case of love at first sight." "It was; but then I took a second look."
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Page 2 Advertisements Column 2, Evening Star, Issue 15631, 23 October 1914