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Canadian
Born
by
Emily Pauline Johnson
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Your
Mirror Frame
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Methinks
I see your mirror frame,
Ornate with
photographs of them.
Place mine therein, for, all the same,
I’ll have
my little laughs at them.
For girls may come, and girls may go,
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I
think I have the best of them;
And yet this photograph I know
You’ll
toss among the rest of them.
I cannot even hope that you
Will put me
in your locket, dear;
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Nor
costly frame will I look through,
Nor bide in
your breast pocket, dear.
For none your heart monopolize,
You favor such
a nest of them.
So I but hope your roving eyes
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Seek
mine among the rest of them. [Page 50]
For saucy sprite, and noble dame,
And many a dainty
maid of them
Will greet me in your mirror frame,
And share your
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And yet, sometimes I fancy, dear,
You hold me
as the best of them.
So I’m content if I appear
To-night with
all the rest of them. [Page 51]
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