Author Thomas Moore Gift of the Hero, on his dying day, To her, whose pity watched, for ever nigh;Oh! could he see the proud, the happy ray, This relic lights up on her generous eye,Sighing, he'd feel how easy 'tis to pay A friendship all his kingdoms could not buy.Paris, July, 1821 Tags Short Poems Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments