LINES TO MYSELF

Oh! she was a lovely girl,
So pretty and so fair,
With gentle, love-lit _eyes_,
And wavy, dark brown hair.

I loved the gentle girl,
But, oh! I heaved a sigh
When first she told me she could see
Out of only _one_ eye.

But soon I thought within myself
I'd better save my tear and sigh
_To bestow upon an older person I know
Who has more than one eye_.

She is brave and intelligent
Too. She is witty and wise.
She'll accomplish more now than _another person_ I know
Who has _two_ eyes.

Ah, you need not pity _her_!
_She_ needs not your tear and sigh.
She'll make good use, I tell you,
Of her _one_ remaining eye.

In the home where we are hastening,