Poems by Bernard Barton | ||
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WRITTEN IN AN ALBUM.
Like one who, fruitlessly perchance,Engraves his name upon a tree,
In hopes to win a casual glance,
And woo remembrance still, when he
A distant wanderer may be:
Thus have I claim'd a page of thine:
Be it but reckon'd worthy thee,
And I shall proudly own it mine.
1st Mo. 5th, 1818.
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