Page 35 of 172 TO FRANCES S. OSGOOD. - Complete Poetical Works

TO FRANCES S. OSGOOD.

Thou wouldst be loved?--then let thy heart

From its present pathway part not;

Being everything which now thou art,

Be nothing which thou art not.

So with the world thy gentle ways,

Thy grace, thy more than beauty,

Shall be an endless theme of praise.

And love a simple duty.

1845.

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		"The intellect is not a serious thing, and never has been. It is an instrument on which one plays, that is all." Oscar Wilde