NELL'S WISH.

Annie, Mary, Bettie, Janie--

How I love my dollies sweet!

Now I want you dressed up finely;

All the folks you'll have to meet,

Will see all my precious dollies;

You must all be very neat.

Here's a green dress, trimmed in yellow;

Here's a blue one, red one, and white,

Trimmed in ribbons all so lovely,

Belts and buttons all so bright.

Now I know I'll be proud of you,

'Cause not one will look a fright.

Goodnight, Dollies, till to-morrow;

Nell is sleepy now, you know,

Let me sing and pat her softly

Like my mamma, just sing low.

Shut your eyes, goodnight, my pretties.--

You're asleep! I'll tiptoe go.

(If I didn't say this before, pretty much all poems and songs here typed are by my great-great-grandmother, Mrs. Emma Gardner Hall. Just so you know.)

A SONG TO MY LOVE.

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The mock bird sings his joyous lay

To the mate he woos in his own glad way;

The plaintive note of the cooing dove

Sings of love, of love, sweetest love.

The moon mounts high, in the ether sky,

The stars watch lovingly from on high:

The breezes waft my song to thee;

O list, my love, to me.

--Mrs. Emma G. Hall.

NOTE: This beautiful little stanza by Mrs. Hall was by her set to a lovely little air. She evidently meant to write other stanzas. She was in the habit of putting to paper a bit of verse and music just as it came in mind and she had the time, for she was ever busy. She, perhaps, meant at another time to write a refrain or chorus. --J. H. H. Hall.

3-21-1929.

(Maybe I should finish this song for her. It's a good thought. I'll think on't. --ERHN)