CHAPITRE XXVIL

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Pour commencer, écoute cette Dédicace, très-siniple , à celle qui alla avec lui à Gretna-Green. Je ne suppose pas que tu saches l'anglais ; mais tu aimes les vers, ra*as^u dit, même dans une langue que tu n'entends mie :

To Harribt

Whose is the love that, gleamiog through the world, Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn ?

Whose is the warm and partial praise, Virttte's most sweet reward?

Beneath whose looks did my reviTing soai Riper in truth and virtnous daring grow ?

Whose eyes hâve I gazed fondly on , And loved Mankind the more ?

Harriet! on thine : — thou wert my parer mind; Thott wert the inspiration of my song;

Thine are Uiese early wilding flowers,

Though garlanded by me.

Then press into thy breast this pledge of love ,

And know, thoagh time may change and years may roll,

Each flow'ret gathered in my heart

It consecrates to thine.