To the Reader

Reader, farewell! If from these leaves of mine
Thy heart shall glean one solitary flower-
If, in its sweep, one full and flowing line
Waft but a water-lily for its dower-
If, as thou saunterest on, my lyric power
May shed one sunbeam on thy morning way,
Or light one glow-worm for thine evening bower,-
I have not pour'd for nought the lonely lay.
Yet, should no meed like this my verse repay,
There's pleasure still in the sweet work of song:-
No less the woodlark hails the sinking day,
Though none may list his sunset haunts among.-
Once more, farewell! - Oh, not unwelcome be
The balm that trickles from a stranger-tree!-

Rev. John Johns C 1825


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