’Twould be but half a death to die
To own so fair a memory.
1839
Lines
Suggested by a Review in the “Hull Packet.”
I bear a hope that I may yet become
A bard not fameless—but, oh, be that fame
The meed for songs, whose melody is taught
To sweetly warble the Creator’s praise,
To tell of virtue, happiness, and truth,
And seek the good of man! A laurel wreath