Samuel Lover

“ To have the sure esteem
Of those whose worth we know,
The heart will oft redeem
From many a doubtful throe;
The anxious soul declares
Some good must be in us,
Or, by such souls as theirs
We were not valued thus. ”

“ The poet makes no hidden store,
⁠But shares his wealth with all mankind.
Then wealth, and pomp, and pow’r give way,
⁠And warriors bold with flag unfurl’d;
A king can but one nation sway—
⁠The poet’s rule is o’er the world! ”

“ I’LL NEVER FORGET THAT, MA’AM!
They say the men are faithless all,
⁠And never will prove thrue, dear,
But of all in all, both great and small,
⁠I’ll never forget you, dear.
For ’tis you that took the hoighth o’ care
⁠To keep my memory thrue, dear ”