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L. TO W. W.
Thy smile's full sweetness, and thy music voice:The ever-ready treasures of thy mind:
The wit that bade its very aim rejoice:
All tenderness with manliness combined:
The soft delight in childhood: courage high:
The gallant impulse of a generous race:
The diffident kindling of a modest eye:
Success, that took a seeming ease from grace:—
—All these, as summer woos each several rose
To blush its beauty on the curious air,
I mark'd the sunshine of thy years disclose,
While each new fairness seem'd in turn more fair:
—All these—: and yet but half thy worth I knew:
For Time proves thy love as thy graces true.
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