To Mary Field French
By Eugene Field
A dying mother gave to you Her child a many years ago; How in your gracious love he grew, You know, dear, patient heart, you know. The mother's child you fostered then Salutes you now and bids you take These little children of his pen And love them for the author's sake. To you I dedicate this book, And, as you read it line by line, Upon its faults as kindly look As you have always looked on mine. Tardy the offering is and weak;-- Yet were I happy if I knew These children had the power to speak My love and gratitude to you.
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