The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | ||
I SIGH NOT FOR GLORY.
I sigh not for glory to dazzle the crowd,I ask not for fortune to strut with the proud,
I covet no title of any degree,
Except, my dear Rosa, a title to thee.
But yet if the fates have unkindly ordained,
That these must be mine ere thy hand is obtained,
Inspired by the smiling young hopes which I cherish,
I'll ask them, and win them, dear Rosa, or perish.
The poetical works of Samuel Woodworth | ||