Lines to ---- (Botta)
I thank thee---not for that kind deed alone,
Though deep within my heart the record lies,
Engraved with those few pleasant memories,
That like stray sunbeams on my life have shone:
I thank thee most for this---that when belief
In human worth was darkening into doubt,---
As one by one, I marked with bitter grief
Those I had reverenced with a faith devout
Turn recreant back upon their heavenward way
And sink before me into common clay;
That thou dost come my faith to reassure,
My wavering trust in goodness to restore,
And bid my fainting hope take wing once more.
This work published before January 1, 1923 is in the public domain worldwide because the author died at least 100 years ago.