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To R. A. M. S. I dedicate this play
Worthier had been this offering of thee,
Clad in the fancied colours that it wore,
Whilst it was still a glorious dream to be
Hereafter carried forth—a hope before,
And not the fragments, thin and ill-combined,
Of an unremedied defeat behind.
Clad in the fancied colours that it wore,
Whilst it was still a glorious dream to be
Hereafter carried forth—a hope before,
And not the fragments, thin and ill-combined,
Of an unremedied defeat behind.
Worthier had been this offering of thee—
A fairer garland for a nobler brow—
Had'st thou agreed to share the work with me,
And been co-author and not critic now:
Therefore, if aught is bad, the blame is thine:
Remember that, and spare me, critic mine.
A fairer garland for a nobler brow—
Had'st thou agreed to share the work with me,
And been co-author and not critic now:
Therefore, if aught is bad, the blame is thine:
Remember that, and spare me, critic mine.
Such as it is, to thee I offer it,
The worthiest offering that I could make,
A pledge of friendship of itself unfit:
Not for it's own, but for its author's sake,
Accept this now; and let me hope again
To dedicate to thee some nobler strain.
The worthiest offering that I could make,
A pledge of friendship of itself unfit:
Not for it's own, but for its author's sake,
Accept this now; and let me hope again
To dedicate to thee some nobler strain.
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