Perhaps but richer words should guide my pen,
Fair lofty lines that seem from heaven sent;
Enraptured with the brilliance of the sun
Yet tempered with a moonbeam’s sentiment.
Some iridescent phrase that can command
And turn at once as yet a thousand ears,
And with their stately power here commend
A glorious gift that lasts a thousand years.
This golden pen should scrive this for my love,
Yet knowing ink could ne’er describe her worth,
I meekly call to gods that dwell above-
And thank them for this angel set on earth.
Still, humblest words that spring forth from the heart,
Gift more than guilded pens could e’er impart.
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