But oh! as many and such tears are ours,
As only should be shed for guilt and shame!
[SONNET.]
ON RECEIVING A GIFT.
Look how the golden ocean shines above
Its pebbly stones, and magnifies their girth;
So does the bright and blessed light of Love
Its own things glorify, and raise their worth.
As weeds seem flowers beneath the flattering brine,
And stones like gems, and gems as gems indeed,