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Show FATE AND THE HAIR. Upon his sleeve he found a hair, 'Twas long and flne and brown; He gently held it in the air And swayed it up and down. A joyful tumult filled his heart; " 'Tis hers! 'Tis hers!" he said. " 'Tis of her glorious self a part, It grew, upon her head. As visions of the fair-faced maid Rose up before him there, He wound It tenderly and laid His lips upon that hoir. He pressed it to his lips and sighed, And all that happy day Showed joy he had no wish to hide From those who passed his way. He thought of her as half divine. Repeating o'er and o'er; "A part of her is mine is mine! And shall be evermore!" A hundred times through joyful eyes He gazed upon the curl, t i A hundred times he kissed his prize And wished it were the girl. , Ah, happy ignorance! That hair , Came from the switch she wore; The sweet, enchanting maiden fair Had bought it at the store. The fates were kind, say what you will; The long, brown hair he had Mayhap grew on a shrew, but still It served to make him glad. Chicago Record Herald. |