The Token.

I.     Only a ringlet of flaxen hair,         Tied with a ribbon blue,     Laid by the hand of a mother there--         Cherished with love so true! II.     Only a soft and silken curl,         Bound with a knotted bow;     Worn on the head of a little girl         Lost in the long-ago. III.     Only a hallowed treasure kept         From the grave's decay and mold,     Over which her eyes have wept         With anguish all untold! IV.     Only a link in the golden chain,         By Death's cold hand unbroken,     Which leads to where she'll meet again         The wearer of this token. V.     Only a relic undefiled,         Enshrined in a broken heart--     Rent in twain when a darling child         And a loving mother part! VI.     Only a ringlet of flaxen hair,         Tied with a ribbon blue,     Clipped from the head of an angel fair,         Whose hands are beckoning you!