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DEDICATION.
WHY DO I, C---T, WISH TO SEE YOUR NAMECOMPANION OF THESE PRINTED WORDS OF MINE?
BECAUSE FULL WELL I KNOW THE WISH WERE THINE
TO SHARE WITH ME THE GLADNESS OR THE SHAME
THAT I MAY REAP FROM THEM. YES, STILL THE SAME
AS IN OLD YEARS GONE BY, THUS WILL WE TWINE
OUR PLEASURE, IF APPLAUDED; STILL REPINE
TOGETHER, IF WORDS, TRUE THOUGH HARSH, SHOULD BLAME
AS SELF-LOVE WHAT, TO US, COOL JUDGMENT SEEMS.
LONG HAS MY LAUGH BEEN ECHO TO YOUR OWN
IN THE OVERLEAFED GREEN LANES AND BY THE STREAMS
OF OUR OWN KENT; AND RUGGED WALES HAS KNOWN
OUR MINGLING VOICES MANY A PLEASANT DAY,
WHERE HER WILD ROARING FALLS HER RIVERS TOSS TO SPRAY.
May 29th, 1843.
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