Poems (Truesdell)/The Gift
THE GIFT.
You ask of me a lock of hair: E'en then so let it be,—A fond memento of my love, A gift, dear friend, for thee.
Others may seek for gaudy toys, And some for jewels rare, But as a pledge of friendship, I Will give a lock of hair.
Wilt thou not lay it with thy gifts Of fond friends far from thee, And prize it for the giver's sake, Thy absent friend, H. T.?