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[178] Dear boy! for whom the flowers are born,
     Stars shine, and happy song-birds sing,
What can my evening give to morn,
     My winter to thy spring!

A life not void of pure intent,
     With small desert of praise or blame,
The love I felt, the good I meant,
     I leave thee with my name.

1880.

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