Daughter Given
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James McLain
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From thy mouth of that which was,
and is I am,
you came and now you are.
Spring poesy's like kind
are they
wise counsels
the stars meek these beings.
Golden and now why,
I am frail, in form to thee.
Flowering my sun is sprung,
a rose from thee.
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