dedication.
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And waste far off his native energies,
To glad, with foreign gold, a parent's eyes!—
And has thy child a thriftless wanderer stray'd,
Bringing for thee no tributary prize?
Lo! at thy feet, a varied garland laid,
Of blossoms pluck'd for thee, from Fancy's flowery glade!
To glad, with foreign gold, a parent's eyes!—
And has thy child a thriftless wanderer stray'd,
Bringing for thee no tributary prize?
Lo! at thy feet, a varied garland laid,
Of blossoms pluck'd for thee, from Fancy's flowery glade!
