To Ellena Boutwell
And is there another dear loved one for me?
May a strong cord of union now bind me to thee?
Would you call me your mother? Permit in return,
That I call thee my child, and your history learn.
Pleased with your demeanor, and turn of your mind,
With attractions I seem to see in thee combined;
But few would take interest in one of my age,
Though he might be an artist, a bard or a sage.
Though past man’s alloted threescore and ten years,
Though I’ve passed through afflictions, in sorrow and tears,
In feeling still young, and in sympathy true,
I would have the world better for my passing through.
I’m glad I have seen you; I’ve one more to love,
On whom to ask blessings that come from above.
This friendship new-formed—may it ever increase,
And we find in Jesus true heavenly peace.