THE lock, my dear aunt! I’ve this moment receiv’d;
And with grateful emotions impart
That joy, which the present inspir’d, or conceiv’d,
In a warm and susceptible heart!
No trifle to me is the gift of a friend,
So maternally tender and true;
And when from my bosom the lock shall suspend,
My thoughts will each day turn to you!
They’ll turn like the needle, whose magnet the pole
Attracts like a pure northern light;
And those virtues, dear aunt! which display thy pure soul,
Shall lead me–to do what is right!
(Mary Hopkins Pilkington)
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