To my youngest daughter

The very fountain of my love is dry;

And you, still young, and needing me so much
Ask me for more, almost, than I can give,
Learning again through travail, how to live.

To my youngest daughter. The very fountain of my love is dry; And you, still young, and needing me so much, Ask me for more, almost, than I can give, Learning again through travail, how to live. Poem by Mary Dawson Jeffries UK.
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