TO MY YOUNGEST SON GRENVILLE ARTHUR AND TO ALL OTHER GOOD LITTLE BOYS COME READ ME MY RIDDLE, EACH GOOD LITTLE MAN;IF YOU CANNOT READ IT, NO GROWN-UP FOLK CAN. 1 ,i . • i • • • • . • •. • . • • • - • • , • . I .. . ... I i t … I heard a thousand blended notes, While in a grove I sate reclined ;In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughtsBring sad thoughts to the mind. To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran ;And much it grieved my heart to think,What man has made of man. WORDSWORTH. CHAPTER I
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