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 * JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL.

Life's brightest memories around you cling. Child, girl, and woman, I have loved you long. My friend, my poet, if I too may sing, To you is dedicate my wreath of song.

Yet it should be of fairer flowers than grow Within my garden wall. This wreath I twine In Beauty's fields, where deathless blossoms glow, The hand that gathers them alone is mine.