To Miss Hannah P.R.
Hannah, sweet soother of the soul distress'd,
A Tyeo poet dares to sing your charms;
Although in affluence' lap you are caress'd,
You deign to feel for poverty's alarms.
The child of sorrow never at your gate,
Found pride and insolence forbid his stay;
The beggar never yet was forced to wait
Whole hours - then turned inhumanly away.
Humanity forever warms your heart;
Your mouth ne'er opens but as truth decress;
Delight and pleasure you to all impart;
The great and mean alike you always please.
signed "E.H.S. / Balto. July 27. 1842"
