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 WITH A BOOK OF VERSE

AKE once more what is yours: since it is mine 'T is surely yours! If it have aught Of value, yours the praise.—Let not the wine Deny the grape! Its lucent ruby bright Is but the lingering of the stored sunlight That dwelt in the grape's heart and ripened there Through the long summer days when cold and care And parting were unknown—and, O my friend! In sending you my book, your own I send.