Voices from the Lakes, and Other Poems By the Rev. Charles D. Bell |
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DEDICATORY SONNET.
TO MY WIFE AND CHILDREN. |
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DEDICATORY SONNET. TO MY WIFE AND CHILDREN.
My dear ones! In your hands this Book I lay,Looking for gentle judgment and no scorn,
Else had this little volume been forborne,
Nor had I sent it forth to face the day,
But rather in oblivion let it stay
Where with no critic's words I should be torn,
Nor felt their arrows rankle like a thorn,
As I passed onward on my humbled way—
But you will kindly weigh this offered Book,
And it shall call me softly back to mind,
When in its pages you shall sometimes look,
And think of all the pleasant days behind,
Whose current flowing like some hidden brook,
Thro' all your memories shall gently wind.
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