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Dedication.
I've heard a dainty feeder wish,
To find a choice and savoury fish,
Formed without scales or bones;
And that some fairy tree would bear,
Its luscious peaches—rich and rare—
Devoid of rind or stones.
To find a choice and savoury fish,
Formed without scales or bones;
And that some fairy tree would bear,
Its luscious peaches—rich and rare—
Devoid of rind or stones.
Methinks that fashioned on the same
Suggestive thought, this book may claim
Some Readers' gratitude;
With “concentration” for its aim—
Giving words known to Truth and Fame
Stripped of all platitude.
Suggestive thought, this book may claim
Some Readers' gratitude;
With “concentration” for its aim—
Giving words known to Truth and Fame
Stripped of all platitude.
And to such Readers I bequeath
The buds I've gathered from the wreath
That garlands Wisdom's bower;
Praying that kind, approving eyes
Will play the part of summer skies,
And nurse them into flower.
The buds I've gathered from the wreath
That garlands Wisdom's bower;
Praying that kind, approving eyes
Will play the part of summer skies,
And nurse them into flower.
ELIZA COOK.
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