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ADDRESSED TO THE INFANT SON OF GAELUS,
THE BARD OF DUNOVER.
Sweet Bud! thy full blue eye, health-blooming cheek,And dimpling smile, how cherub-like to see!
Gazing on that wild flow'r, thou fain would'st speak,
But dream'st not, Boy, how it resembleth thee.
Alike, you're nurtur'd in seclusion's shade;
Ev'n as frail man, its reign is quickly o'er;
Another hour may see its beauties fade,
It blooms its Summer, man enjoys no more.
From many a nipping blast, that tender flow'r
Ere long, must turn its drooping head aside;
So thou, perchance, must fall by ruthless pow'r,
Or live to bear the bitter taunts of pride.
Long may'st thou tread thy father's steps, sweet Boy!
And crown thy parent's closing years with joy!
Dunover, July, 1809.
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