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Dear son, this twisted, tangled web of whims

For you was woven while you scarcely knew

The simplest speech men use; but infant limbs,

That round and smooth in dimpled fairness grew,

Waved for all word in a babe's perfect glee,

So wondrous sweet to see.

It is not stranger than this world must seem

To one who its vagaries first does scan;

It is less weird than the enchanted dream

Which life may change to ere you be a man.

Such as it is, take it for this alone, —

That it is all your own.

Those who together wrought its colors gay,

And its fantastic warp and woof entwined,

May not again for you in work or play

Together labor. Yet the loving mind

In which they then were one will still be one

Till life and sense be done.