Page:Poems By Chauncy Hare Townshend.djvu/51

 A DIAMA,T$C ODE Lo, I claim him for*my om He is mine, and arise. alone,. Thought*and feeling, soul and beat, Never, never more to part ! Igor need I draw new gi from Heaven, I only give a voice to all tha ye have g/yea. As, o'er his breast, each iression steah, He shall sing whate'er he feels, And never pour his grief in v$in, For singing he shall soothe hi pah. All that he shall heat o, Shall suggest a theme for me. He shall love me with an ardor Time, nor change, nor grieg, em chill, Anguish shall but draw him nearer, He shall love me best in ill. He shall slight the world for me, From its joys and tumults flee; For my sake riches he shall hate., And loathe all grandeur, pomp, and state. For my sake dare to be despised, Nor understood, nor duly prized; Believ'd uncouth, and stern, andl rude, A moody man of solitude. But he shall find a world in me, True wealth, true fame, true dignity ......... Google 31

�