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My niece, I dedicate to thee
this simple and unfinished lay;
remember then thy promise free
to come upon that solemn day,

When earthly ties let go then hold
and those so deeply, fondly dear
my arms may never more enfold
[crossed out: All! all! from earthly sight removed!]
Now my sight greet them longer here!

I began to write a verse for the dear Eliza,
[crossed out: and] at thy request, [crossed out: and] but it remains inadequate
in expression and ought to be more worthy of your
score years. "Such as I have, give I unto thee"
I do not feel as if I could copy the poor thing!

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Eliza Brooke
Falling Green