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MARTIN.—1842.
Not slender is the triumph and the joy,To know and feel that, for his father's sake,
The world will look with favour on my boy;
—On thee, my noble little firstborn son,—
On thee!—and that it shall be thine to take
(With whatsoever else of this world's spoil)
For heritage the honours I have won:
Speed on, my second self, speed nobly on!
Forget, in good men's praise, the strife and toil
Which Folly's herd shall still around thee make
If thou dost well: speed on in gifts and grace,
Beloved of God and man, even as now;
Speed,—and in both worlds win the glorious race,
Bearing thy father's blessing on thy brow!
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