My Derwent! may you study Nature's book
O'er hill and dale, by Lake and winding brook
And may it lead your steps to many a glade
And coy recess, in choicest charms arrayed
Though none but bashful birds inhabit there
And Insects shy—and blossoms bright and rare
But should that God who guided Nature's hand
Take what he gave—thy youthful powers demand,
Should weary Couch and watchful nights make part
Of that probation which must mould the heart
For realms where strength ‘with gentleness keeps pace’
And Beauty shrinks not from Time's sterner race,
Still may you dwell on Nature's brilliant page
And while such books as these your eyes engage
Thought their faint portraiture shall far outgo
And make earth's brightest hues before you glow.

Sara Coleridge to her dear Nephew Derwent Moultrie Coleridge
composed this hot rainy Morning July 19 1834

May Derwent be studious learned and wise,
And delight in the things of earth, water and skies.