O DEAREST daughter, of two dearest friends, To thee my muse this little tale commends. Loving and loved, regard thy future mate, Long love his person, though deplore his fate; Seem young when old in thy dear husband's arms, For constant virtue has immortal charms. And, when I lie low sepulchred in earth, And the glad year returns thy day of birth, Vouchsafe to say, 'Ere I could write or spell, The bard, who from my cradle wished me well, Told me I should the prating sparrow blame, And bade me imitate the turtle's flame.' | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON ULTIMA THULE: NIGHT by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW VAQUERO by CINCINNATUS HEINE MILLER THE SONG OF FIONNUALA by THOMAS MOORE THE WIND ON THE HILLS by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER REFUGE by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. ELLEN BRINE OV ALLENBURN by WILLIAM BARNES |