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.