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TO LITTLE MARY GRIFFIN,
GRANDDAUGHTER OF CAPTAIN JAMES LAWRENCE.
Sole scion of a noble breed!
Thy sparkling, laughing eyes
In dearest bosoms throw the seed
Of saddest memories.
Then quick thy wiles,
And roguish smiles,
Banish all miseries.
Thy sparkling, laughing eyes
In dearest bosoms throw the seed
Of saddest memories.
Then quick thy wiles,
And roguish smiles,
Banish all miseries.
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Joy-darting life and nimble grace
Thy blooming limbs enfold;
More thoughts are struggling through thy face,
Than thy young eyes can hold.
May body's health,
And spirit's wealth,
Be aye, as now, foretold.
Thy blooming limbs enfold;
More thoughts are struggling through thy face,
Than thy young eyes can hold.
May body's health,
And spirit's wealth,
Be aye, as now, foretold.
Thy merry voice makes glad the air,
While through thy tongue Hope sings;
And from thy playful tresses fair
Joy leaps in sunny rings.
Beautiful child!
On thee be piled
All gifts that goodness brings!
While through thy tongue Hope sings;
And from thy playful tresses fair
Joy leaps in sunny rings.
Beautiful child!
On thee be piled
All gifts that goodness brings!
Throughout thy grandsire's country wide,
Welcomed thou aye wilt be,
All hearts, for that brave death he died,
Thankful his child to see.
May thy grandsire's
Soul-lifting fires
Shine womanly in thee!
Welcomed thou aye wilt be,
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Thankful his child to see.
May thy grandsire's
Soul-lifting fires
Shine womanly in thee!
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