Sonnets and Verse

To


JOHN SWINNERTON PHILLIMORE


A DEDICATION


WITH THIS BOOK OF VERSE

When you and I were little tiny boys

We took a most impertinent delight

In foolish, painted and misshapen toys

Which hidden mothers brought to us at night.

Do you that have the child’s diviner part—

The dear content a love familiar brings—

Take these imperfect toys, till in your heart

They too attain the form of perfect things.

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