To him whose every word is one of praise, Who loves to linger where my thoughts have been, And who delights in all my rhyming ways, I offer first these efforts of my pen. I am more pleased with your lines than when I first read them; they are intensely womanly, natural, musical and sweet--they are absolutely free from affectation, only the restraint of rhyme and measure seem to deprive your muse of perfect freedom and grace. There is also a delicacy of thought and fancy, and of purity of sentiment that pervades the whole like the sweetest perfume.…
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