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HALF A DOZEN GIRLS by ANNA CHAPIN RAY TO MY PARENTS I OFFER THESE MEMORIES OF A HAPPY, NAUGHTY CHILDHOOD.   My fairest child, I have no song to give you;      No lark could pipe to skies so dull and gray:    Yet, ere we part, one lesson I can leave you      For every day.   "Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;      Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:    And so make life, death, and that vast forever      One grand, sweet song." C