“ And be my chosen Valentine.
What mortal on thee without rapture can gaze,
Whose form so angelic such graces displays?
Such virtue, such beauty, so noble an air,
Our heart must enslave, and our senses ensnare
O cease, then, dear maid, so enchanting to be,
O list to thy lover who doats upon thee.
When evening sets in, when the world is at rest,
Calm reflection we most can enjoy:
While the stillness around us at once gives a zest,
To the thoughts which no objects decoy.
Then how sweet ’tis to muse on the time that hath
If in love, or in friendship ’twere past ”

“ Each hour I pray that I may meet
The faithful love of thine.
Ye gentle gales that waft my sighs.
Go to the youth for whom they rise,
And win him to approve my prayer,
That he will love and end my care.
Oh! would he deign on me to smile,
All my wo it would beguile;
Blest indeed the days of mine,
When passed with such a Valentine.
Sweet youth, be mine, thy charms divine
Subdue my stubborn heart;
At Hymen’s shrine, oh! call me thine,
And never, never part.
Let sordid mortals search for wealth,—
This never shall be my employ ”

“ GENTLEMEN’S VALENTINE WRITER.
A love that’s firm, a heart that’s true,
Dear Ellen, here I offer you;
Do not the votive offering spurn,
But give affection in return.
A fervent affection I offer thee, dearest,
Say, will you the offering deign to receive?
’Tis promoted by love, by feeling sincerest,
’Twould ask thee, dear Mary, its truth to believe.
The pleasure which, I own, is mine,
In sending you this Valentine,
I trust, on its receipt, may be,
Participated, too, by thee;
And though but few the lines appear,
Their purport is not less sincere ”