So give us power to walk
Even till another Sabbath, with a heart
Full of sublime remembrances, a brow
Bearing them brightly forth, like him who beam'd
On Sinai's cliff, the language of the skies.
ON SEEING A LADY'S GOLD CHAIN, AMONG THE OFFERINGS AT A TEMPERANCE SOCIETY.
Would that thou hadst a voice, thou graceful toy,
To tell me of the giver. Fancy paints
A young and radiant brow, and a clear eye
Kindling with holier light, as thou wert thrown
Off from the polish'd neck. Thou wert, perchance,
Some favor'd gift, the talisman of Love,
Or Friendship's bright memento. Still 'tis well,
That thou art here. Henceforth that Love shall be
Remember'd by the hallow'd deeds that bless
And save mankind; nor could pure Friendship ask
A truer token than the heaven-wrought links
That bind the soul to virtue.
So go forth,
Thou glittering gift, well barter'd for the wealth
Of changeless memory. She who wore thee once,
With the fond thrill of vanity, hath found
A better ornament, than gold or pearls,
Or rich array.
Blest stranger, still be true
To mercy's angel-prompting. What thine hand
Can do for other s good, do with the might
