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HENRY FRANK LOTT.
“If thou indeed derive thy light from Heaven,
Then, to the measure of that Heaven-born light
WILLOUGHBY AND CO., WARWICK LANE,
TO MY MOTHER.
To thee, who, fonder than all else beside,
Hast yearn’d with anxious thought upon my fate,
I've neither hope nor fear-for still elate
My heart will be, that it can consecrate
Our land abounds with, for I have no need;
She pipes in independence on her reed; And, if she's uttered aught thy spirit finds
Consoling to thine age, I have my meed.