Dedication to C.A.V. Not that the theme is worthy, nor the lay Such as your heart would have, one time in three; Yet, battling, I would chaunt of victory All life's night through: though dubious dream of day Scarcely suffices me to shed one ray O'er the fierce field where you must fighting be;-- Yet you have brought a little sword to me Of strange new metal that I would essay. And thanks are due. So thank I you in songs, And having sung, my turn me hence, to strive What time strength stays with me--alert, alive, To right some trifle of the night's dumb wrongs; And if through minstrelsy one plea may thrive, To you memorial gratitude belongs. |
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