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BENONI.

DEDICATION.

My Herbert, yet thou hast not learnt to prize
Parental love that hovers o'er thee still;
No heavy hours hast thou—no sorrows fill
Thy childish bosom when thou hear'st my sighs;
But thy fresh cheeks and pretty gleaming eyes,
Thy careless mirth, bring happiness to me;
No anxious pitying love I ask of thee—
Be thoughtless still while swift thy childhood flies.
Hereafter thou, my Herbert, wilt discern
With tender thoughtfulness this heart of mine
That ask'd no present love, no full return;
And then, while youthful hopes within thee burn,
May'st dream that one to whom thy thoughts incline
E'en so may love some cherish'd child of thine!