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ENCLOSING THE BEAUTIFUL RINGLETS OF MY SON.
Those hazle ringlets, nature's boon designed,
So oft around my parting fingers twined,
Shorn from their brow of beauty, seem to say,
His praise shall live, bright and unchanged as they.
So oft around my parting fingers twined,
Shorn from their brow of beauty, seem to say,
His praise shall live, bright and unchanged as they.
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