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SONNET VII.
TO MY YOUNGEST CHILD.
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SONNET VII. TO MY YOUNGEST CHILD.
I would not have it said that thou alone,My latest-born, hast been unsung by me,
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Some among whom have, many a year, outgrown
Parental dandling:—therefore, for thine own,
Take now this sonnet,—though perchance to thee,
But little versed in lore of A, B, C,
'Twill seem a mystery better left unknown.
Right glad am I that thou art thus devoid
Of erudition;—that thy tender age
Hath been in healthier toil, till now, employ'd
Than poring o'er some spelling-book's dull page;—
That thou, a poet's daughter, hast enjoy'd
Life's early dawn unpent in schoolroom cage.
1843.
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