Memoirs of Anne C. L. Botta/Lines to ----

I thank thee---not for that kind deed alone, Though deep within my heart the record lies, Engraved with those few pleasant memories, That like stray sunbeams on my life have shone: I thank thee most for this---that when belief In human worth was darkening into doubt,--- As one by one, I marked with bitter grief Those I had reverenced with a faith devout Turn recreant back upon their heavenward way And sink before me into common clay; That thou dost come my faith to reassure, My wavering trust in goodness to restore, And bid my fainting hope take wing once more.