To F—S S. O—D

[Mrs. Frances Sargent 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.

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