In all his generous aims and powers to know,
These first-fruits bring I; nor do thou forego
Marking when I the boyish feat began,

Which numbers now near three years from its plan,

Not twenty summers had imbrowned my brow. Life is at blood-heat every page doth prove. Bear with it. Nature means Necessity.

If here be aught which thou canst love, it springs Out of the hope that I may earn that love More unto me than immortality;

Or to have strung my harp with golden strings.

1838.