And I will aye revere the sacred name;
He is in truth a skilful artisan,
And his material is thought. The flame
That burns within the poet’s breast, doth aim
To purify the thoughts of every mind,
And place them in a brightly gilded frame,
For curious posterity enshrined;
And thus he ever seeks to elevate mankind.
XI.
This was my sister’s aim. She lived to bless