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TO GEORGE M---.
Yes, I do love thee well, my child!Albeit mine's a wandering mind;
But never, darling, hast thou smiled
Or breathed a wish that did not find
A ready echo in my heart.
What hours I 've held thee on my knee,
Thy little rosy lips apart;
Or, when asleep, I 've gazed on thee,
And with old tunes sung thee to rest,
Hugging thee closely to my bosom;
For thee my very heart hath blest,
My joy, my care, my blue-eyed blossom!
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