Excerpt from Songs and Sonnets of Springtime Ye who received me, when your hearts were sore, With double welcome, since I came in lieu Of one whose fond embrace I never knew - Your child, my mother, dear for evermore - Who scarce had time to greet the babe she bore, But, dying in her spring, bequeathed to you, Her father and her mother, guardians true, One little life, to tend when hers was o'er: Ye who have watched me from my infant days With tenderest love and care, who treasure yet Quaint sayings, sketches rude, and childish lays; Accept this wreath, entwined in April hours: Yours was the garden where the seed was set, To you I dedicate the opening flowers. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.