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Show Old-Tlmo Gingham Aprons. . The little gingham apron that ther were. , Titos dainty queens ot sunny day of One wan a-rent where flowers tumble-' Upon the bare feet padding In the dew. No binnerets of glory ever yet fashioned by the cunning hand nf Can hide the signal flag I'll ne'er forget. No silken sheen and satin ever will Displace tho modest, sometime tattered thing ., . ., The little gingham aprons that they wore. Aht queens beyond the ransom of a king! . , , Ah! vanish gingham nprona of tho yore! Dear little Klnghnm nnrons of the days Of sand'- paths nnd primrose-scented ways; . ... , , , There ! n Rlory In each string nnd check Heart gathers from the flotsam and the wreck . .. They used to scurry o or the mossy stile. . . Thev used to sway upon tho grapevine swing , , . Ah, me' theio was no sophistry or gillie In e'en a puckered rnflle or a string. 1 close m eyes-and see the merry train Anon como trooping down tho sunny Bhore, The bare feet paddle In tho dew again And (lowers drift through the rents the briers tore. . New York Sun. |