Poems (Angier)/The Treasure Trove
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THE TREASURE TROVE.
A tale is told of ancient chest,
Where maiden for her bridal drest,
Arrayed in garments pure and white,
Would hide her from the loved one's sight.
In this strange coffin she lay hid,
Till hand of childhood raised the lid.
Where maiden for her bridal drest,
Arrayed in garments pure and white,
Would hide her from the loved one's sight.
In this strange coffin she lay hid,
Till hand of childhood raised the lid.
'Twas thus with Truth, that maid most fair
She shrunk from error's gaze and glare
And sought, long since, with modest grace,
Like young Ginevra, hiding-place,
Till men with guileless heart should come,
In childlike faith, to unlock her tomb.
She shrunk from error's gaze and glare
And sought, long since, with modest grace,
Like young Ginevra, hiding-place,
Till men with guileless heart should come,
In childlike faith, to unlock her tomb.
Then, springing from her dark retreat,
She smiling hastes the soul to greet;
Unfolds to earth celestial love.
And guides in paths unseen before,
In wisdom's book inscribes our name,
And leads to heaven, from whence she came.
She smiling hastes the soul to greet;
Unfolds to earth celestial love.
And guides in paths unseen before,
In wisdom's book inscribes our name,
And leads to heaven, from whence she came.