Classic Poem

Lies in thy crown an empty ouch?—
I have a stone to set;
And if they be all filled I fain
Would add an emerald yet.

I have a gem and Love its name,
Come earn it and 'tis thine,
Take it to crown thy jewels of grace,
And crowning them to shine.

New lustre, on my faith, 'twill bring
For all its fellows too,
For thee and for thy light of life
A multicoloured hue.

The stars will breathe new thoughts to thee
And unknown whispering;
And in thy heart for psalmody
New murmurings shall ring.

By the stars of God I swear to thee
In this rare jewel and bright
No fault soever shalt thou find,
Search it with seven suns' light.

I had a mother—shield of mine—
She taught my heart to keep
Treasures of pleasantness and pearls,
Borne silently and deep.

My mother kindled seven lamps
On Sabbath—sacred night,
And thus for ever slaked my soul
With an humble, holy light.

Receive my heart, what 'tis, I pray,
Sans auric flames to grace;
A glow of blessing will it bring
From a daughter of our race.