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Mattie! to these I liken you,—
A sun! a star! in heaven;
Take thou of life a lofty view,
And ne'er from Virtue's path be driven.
A sun! a star! in heaven;
Take thou of life a lofty view,
And ne'er from Virtue's path be driven.
May thy tasks be light and easy,
May thy path be bright and free;
May thy spirit ne'er grow weary,
Ne'er provoke inconstancy.
May thy path be bright and free;
May thy spirit ne'er grow weary,
Ne'er provoke inconstancy.
Mattie, these lines which now I write,
Are meant as wishes unto thee;
And when, perchance, they meet your eye,
Do thou, dear friend, remember me.
Are meant as wishes unto thee;
And when, perchance, they meet your eye,
Do thou, dear friend, remember me.
