Moral Pieces, in Prose and Verse/To a Friend 2

by Lydia Sigourney

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TO A FRIEND.

SAY, hast thou seen a trembling plant,
    Of feeble bloom, and lowly birth,
Which every passing blast might bend,
    In sadness to its mother earth;

'Till some kind hand would pierce the shade,
    That hid it from the cheering sky?
Thine is that gentle culturing hand:
    The weak and trembling plant am I.

And while that plant of life shall taste,
    And press this low and earthly spot,
The hand that rear'd it from the waste,
    Shall never, never, be forgot!