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To My Daughter Nora on Her Tenth Birthday

Since when thou earnest, with thy native charms,A weeping infant to thy mother’s arms,Ten fleeting years have lifted up thy headUnto my breast; ten years of love are fled,But all their store of innocence and blissRemains with thee; thy mother’s and my kissSeal it forever thine! Those guileless waysWhich, walking,…
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