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To. M. B.
Oh patron of my fitful song,
True heart, brave heart, oh pure and good,
My praises cannot do thee wrong;
I cannot praise thee as I would.
True heart, brave heart, oh pure and good,
My praises cannot do thee wrong;
I cannot praise thee as I would.
Read as thou wilt, mother and friend,
And should the critic sense approve—
It may not? Hasten to the end,
And fill the vacancy with love.
And should the critic sense approve—
It may not? Hasten to the end,
And fill the vacancy with love.
And if thy dreams were other far
For thy inconstant heedless child,
Love takes the gleanings as they are,
And so the world is reconciled.
For thy inconstant heedless child,
Love takes the gleanings as they are,
And so the world is reconciled.
And should the strong years smite me through,
And leave my yearnings unconfessed,
Remember that I thought of you,
And honoured you, and loved you best.
And leave my yearnings unconfessed,
Remember that I thought of you,
And honoured you, and loved you best.
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