MY LITTLE COUSINS. O'er me have many winters crept With less of grief than joy; But I have learn'd, and toil'd, and wept; I am no more a boy! I've never had the gout, 'tis true; My hair is hardly gray; But now I cannot laugh like you: I used to have as glad a face, I once could run as blithe a race Winthrop M. Praed. 57 "YOU ARE JUST A PORCELAIN TRIFLE, 'BELLE MARQUISE,' JUST A THING OF PUFFS AND PATCHES." Painted by Maud Humphrey. |