Poems (Eaton)/For a Friend's Album

4561092Poems — For a Friend's AlbumMarcia Jane Eaton

FOR A FRIEND'S ALBUM.
"WHAT is an Album's use?" quoth I,
When lo, a little sprite
Hovering near 'twixt earth and sky,
At hearing, laughed outright—
And turning, whirling, down he flew
Quite near my puzzled face,
"An Album's use? I thought you knew
'Tis folly's resting place.

"Just compliment the lady fair
Upon her lustrous eyes,
Her dimpled cheeks and glossy hair,
She'll think you wondrous wise,
Possessed of strong discerning power
Such beauties to perceive,
Where none but she had e'er before
Their presence dared believe."

"Not so," exclaimed a gentle voice,
As there appeared in sight
A form to make the heart rejoice,
So glorious was its light—
"My name is Friendship,"—at the word
Bewitchingly serene,
The sprite, Gay Satire, disappeared,
And purer seemed the scene.

"An Album's use let me now give,"
The beauteous image said,
"It brings together hearts that live,
And calls to life the dead—
Upon the dark and troubled earth
It sendeth many a ray,
So call it not of little worth
Nor cast it quite away."