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Louisa May Alcott

Louisa May Alcott

Here Is the Bracelet

‘Here is the bracelet
For good little May
To wear on her arm
By night and by day.
When it shines like the sun,
All’s going well;
But when you are bad,
A sharp prick will tell.
Farewell, little girl,
For now we must part.
Make a fairy-box, dear,
Of your own happy heart;
And take out for all
Sweet gifts every day,
Till all the year round
Is like beautiful May.’

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