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DEDICATION. 
So may your youthful bloom be ever 
bright. 
Your noon-da)' glorious, clear, and sweetly 
still 
Your later hours; so may every ill 
Be far from you, and from all those who 
look 
Tenderly on you, for your praise shall fill 
The noblest cup of bliss that man e’er took. 
Nor shall mine enemy joy “ because I’ve 
made a book.” 
