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MY NAMESAKE. 299
Well, it sounds very funny to read it
When I ve heard the dear grandfather snore !
Did it seem just as charming to grandma
As Charlie s dear letters to me, When he writes of devotion and worship.
And " bliss " with a proper-sized " b " ? Will somebody, some time, be reading
With wonder the words I hold dear? Will Twenty look backward at Threescore,
Pronouncing its love-record queer?
��MY NAMESAKE.
AH ! never you ll guess, little baby, How fair are the visions I weave How earnest the wishes I whisper, How loving the kisses I leave
On lids like a late-folded rose-leaf, On nestled cheek downy and warm,
On mouth with its small dream aquiver, On fingers and vague battling arm.
This kiss I lay softly and slowly,
And weigh it down thus, with a prayer
That a God-given guerdon of blessing May go with the name* you shall bear-
- Ethel "noble. [Sax. Obs.]
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