To friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lost

To friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lost,
The gracious old, the lovely young, to May
The fair, December the beloved,
These from my blue horizon and green isles,
These from this pinnacle of distances, I,
The unforgetful, dedicate.11 Doubtless expressing Stevenson's intention of putting together his verses in a volume.
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