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[[start page]] Thoughts while curling Carrie's hair ------- Sister--I twine thy glossy Locks As oft in days gone by Has times that steals with stealthy step Touched them to silently? ------- Yes longer darker now they flow Unlike the golden spray That round the dimpled rosy face A golden cloud did stray. ------- Softly they steal around the cheek Time's touch has made so bright The eye upraised to mine me thinks Beams with a different light. ------- Childhood is fleeting fast away While girlhood steals apace Upon thine earnest brow e'en now It's [[downy]] touch I trace ------- [[end page]]