Chapter 1 of 11
p. vTO MY WIFE
p. vTO MY WIFE
Take, dear, my little sheaf of
songs,
For, old or new,
All that is good in them belongs
Only to you;
And, singing as when all was
young,
They will recall
Those others, lived but left unsung—
The bent of all.
W. E. H
April 1888
September 1897.