ACROSTIC.
God speed thee, beauteous book, in thy pathway to fame!
Oh, may thy life be long, and cherished be thy name!
Deem not my humble song one-half thy charms could tell,
E'en if I were a bard of some romantic dell;
Yet can I sing thy praise in my own humble way:
Sweet friend of lonely days, despise not thou my lay.
Long may thy coming be welcomed by young and old,
As, gathering round the hearth, they do thy leaves unfold!
Dressed in thy wintry garb, or in thy summer sheen,