Little Ella, fairest, dearest Unto me and unto mine, Earthly cherub coming nearest To my dreams of forms divine: Her brief absence frets and pains me, Her bright presence solace brings, Her spontaneous love restrains me From a thousand selfish things. Little Ella moveth lightly Like a graceful fawn at play, Like a brooklet running brightly In the genial smile of May, Like a breeze upon the meadows All besprent with early flowers. Like a bird mid sylvan shadows In the golden summer hours. Little Ella brings a blessing With her bright and winning smile, With her frank and fond caressing And her prattle free from guile. When I hear her footsteps bounding, In the hall or through the grove, And her voice with joy resounding, Tis the music that I love.
- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Little Ella" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- by Stephen Collins Foster (1826 - 1864), "Little Ella", published 1853. [voice and piano] [text verified 1 time]
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