For My Novel –

Keep him not O, gentle maiden,

     When naught but his own indolence

Holds him from his vow fulfilling,

     At thy rare girlhood’s expense.

For blossoms on the earth’s domain,

Were never meant to bloom in vain.

Aug. 10, ‘92

Same as "For the 'Three Orphansl’"

Novel – ‘The Three Orphans’

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