TO D. M.
215
'T is better that we should not bind, By one rash promise now,The hearts that may in future years, Forget each youthful vow.
But when thou art to manhood grown, When I, from books am free,If then my heart should still be thine And thine beat true to me—
Then come again, and freely tell The tale of early love,Which time nor absence could not quell, But only faithful prove.
Cone-Brook, June 20, 185—.
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