Canada and Other Poems by T. F. (Thomas Frederick) Young
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And thou shouldst do the same as I."
* * * * * AUTOGRAPHS. TO A LITTLE GIRL. E ach wish, my fairest child, I pen, F or thee I write with earnest heart; F or who shall say, that ere, again, I shall behold thee; when we part E 'en now the time is near, I start. H ere are my wishes, then, sweet child, A long life's pathway may thou go, R ob'd white, as now, in virtue mild, R etaining pure, thy virtue's snow. I wish thee this, and wish thee more,-- S o long as thou on earth hath life, O h! may thy heart be never sore, N or vex'd with anxious care or strife! TO A YOUNG LADY. Short is the time, my friend, since I First heard thy voice, first saw thy face, And yet, the days in gliding by, Have left within my mind a trace-- |
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