To her



When I seek and long for the maiden grand,
I do but propose the feast of marriage,
For my ripe age doth true manhood command
And the mellowed beard doth mark the mileage,
I saw you first that kindergarten day
And trod home with you when the school was done,
I held your hand and made through colds of may,
And dare I speak,you be second to none.

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