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DEDICATORY LINES.
Lady, with grateful hand I weave these flowers,At random cull'd, now dedicate to thee;
If poor and worthless, 'tis an offering free,
Fresh from familiar hills and native bowers:
Full many a summer day I've spent my hours
Bending at Nature's shrine the reverent knee;
And if my Muse hath ought of Liberty
'Tis when to Nature's breast it fondly soars.
And Lady, 'midst the clouds of dark despair,
Voices of winds and waters shall be mine;
I shall behold thy dwelling rich and fair
In splendour gleaming o'er its verdant vales,
Whilst heavenly thoughts will spring of thee and thine,
Dreams beatific borne on odorous gales.
J.W.O.
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