The secret fountains of my heart were moved,
Unto the Giver of all good for her,
And oh! may it be answered.
God of Love!
Lend, for her sake, to winter’s frosty sky,
A genial influence, till the prisoned bird
Of health shall flatter fearlessly beyond
The narrow bars of sickness, and with life
Sparkling and clear, as diamond newly set,
The graceful stranger safely may return