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Digitized

by

the Internet

Archive

in

2013

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Copyright

1873

By

James

R.

Osgood

&'

Company

Copyright

1876, 1901,

1904

By

Thomas Bailey

Aldrich

Copyright

1906

By

Houghton,

Mifflin

Gf

Company

All

rights

reserved

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TO

THOMAS

BAILEY

ALDRICH

Idle

the

churlish

leagues

'twixt you and

me,

''

singer

most

rich in

charm,

most rich

in

grace

WHAT

though

I

CANNOT

SEE

YOU FACE

TO FACE

?

ALLOW

MY

BOAST,

THAT

ONE

IN

BLOOD

ARE

WE

ONE

BY

THAT SECRET

CONSANGUINITY

WHICH

BINDS

THE

CHILDREN

OF

MELODIOUS

RACE,

AND

KNOWS

NOT THE

FORTUITIES

OF

PLACE,

AND

COLD

INTERPOSITION OF THE

SEA.

YOU

ARE

MY

NOBLE

KINSMAN

IN

THE

LYRE

}

FORGIVE

THE

KINSMAN'S

FREEDOM

THAT I USE,

ADVENTURING THESE IMPERFECT THANKS, WHO

LATE,

SINGING

A

nation's

WOE,

IN

WONDER

AND IRE,

AGAINST

ME

HALF

THE

WISE

AND

ALL THE

GREAT,

SANG

NOT

ALONE,

FOR

WITH ME

WAS

YOUR

MUSE.

WILLIAM

WATSON