But yet would leave me, could I make
Strong effort to subdue my cares!—
’Tis made!—and I to Freedom wake!
[HIS MOTHER’S WEDDING-RING.]
[About 1813–4.]
The ring so worn, as you behold,
So thin, so pale, is yet of gold.
The passion such it was to prove:
Worn with life’s cares, love yet was love.