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WRITTENIN THE VERY SMALL ALBUM OF A WIDOWED FRIEND.
Small is thy book, and small my verse must be,
For small my talent is for poesy;
But such as 'tis I willingly
Devote it unto thee.
For small my talent is for poesy;
But such as 'tis I willingly
Devote it unto thee.
I wish thee, Nancy, happier years
Than thou of late hast had;
Then dry thy unavailing tears,
And do not look so sad.
Than thou of late hast had;
Then dry thy unavailing tears,
And do not look so sad.
I know the grave has clos'd above
Thy greatest earthly joy;
But thou hast still some left to love,
Thy darling girl and boy.
Thy greatest earthly joy;
But thou hast still some left to love,
Thy darling girl and boy.