Lucileby Owen Meredith"Why, let the stricken deer go weep.The hart ungalled play:For some must watch, while some must sleep;Thus runs the world away."Hamlet.DEDICATION.TO MY FATHER.I dedicate to you a work, which is submitted to the public with a diffidence and hesitation proportioned to the novelty of the effort it represents. For in this poem I have abandoned those forms of verse with which I had most familiarized my thoughts, and have endeavored to follow a path on which I could discover no footprints before me, either to guide or to warn.There is a moment of profound discouragement which succeeds to prolonged effort;
