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TO HELEN
WITH A DIARY, A BIRTHDAY PRESENT.
If daily to these tablets fair
My Helen shall entrust a part
Of every thought, dream, wish, and prayer,
Born from her head or from her heart,
My Helen shall entrust a part
Of every thought, dream, wish, and prayer,
Born from her head or from her heart,
Well may I say each little page
More precious records soon will grace.
Than ever yet did bard or sage
From store of truth or fable trace.
More precious records soon will grace.
Than ever yet did bard or sage
From store of truth or fable trace.
Affection—friendship here will glow,
The daughter's and the mother's love.
And charity to man below,
And piety to God above.
The daughter's and the mother's love.
And charity to man below,
And piety to God above.
Such annals, artless though they be,
Of all that is most pure and bright—
Oh blessed are the eyes that see!
More blessed are the hands that write!
Of all that is most pure and bright—
Oh blessed are the eyes that see!
More blessed are the hands that write!
February 12, 1839.
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