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/ I would tell thee of Stella, how she made glad the hours, / So oft calling mother with strewn wreaths and flowers, / Blue eyes fondly glancing, and gleefully dance, / While singing so gayly or skipping, perchance.
Then comes my son Ernest, an affectionate boy, / So true and so thoughtful, never aught but a joy, / E'er steady and happy, eyes earnest and clear; / His dear voice so merry, methinks I still hear.
I would say of Marie, that she is very fair, / With ways of a lady, and golden-waved hair; / She scolds and laughs sweetly, while people all tell, / With curls and long lashes, she'll yet be a belle.
Then rosy-cheeked Bertha, whose housewifely care / And womanly habits call forth praises rare; / Small, winsome maiden, whose large, tender heart, / To blame makes thee timid, thy tears swift to start.
Tall, slender Celesta, whose spiritual face, / And excelling talents could a palace well grace; / Five faces so pretty, eyes brighter than gems, / And hearts kind and loving is why I love them.