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TO MY WIFE
Take, dear, my little sheaf of songs,
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;
And, singing as when all was young,
They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung—
The best of all.
They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung—
The best of all.
W. E. H.
April 1888. September 1897.
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