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I sought a meet gift, it might please thee to wear

Among the soft locks of thy fine silken hair;

And asked the two deeps for some treasure or gem,

By nature first formed and imbosomed in them.

The mine gave me threads of its fine silver ore;

The ocean cast up its smooth shells to the shore:

Of these I combined the free offering, that now

I bring, and would set o’er thy fair, peaceful brow.

The shells, thou wilt see, are unsullied and white;

The silver is modest, and precious, and bright, —

A type! thy quick fancy will readily see,

Yet thou ’lt not confess what its meaning may be.

And let the gift sometimes recall to thy mind

The friend, by whose hand its pure parts were combined;

But, oftener, that Friend, in whose hand was the skill

The earth and the seas with their treasures to fill!