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p. vDEDICATION TO JOSEPH MAZZINI Take, since you bade it should bear,    These, of the seed of your sowing,       Blossom or berry or weed. Sweet though they be not, or fair,    That the dew of your word kept growing,       Sweet at least was the seed. Men bring you love-offerings of tears,    And sorrow the kiss that assuages,       And slaves the hate-offering of wrongs, And time the thanksgiving of years,    And years the thanksgiving of ages;       I bring you my handful of