Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||
65
ACROSTIC.
Must all thine eloquence persuasive failEach heart to soften—o'er each sin prevail?
Love from thy tongue has caught a purer flame,
Vice still more hateful wears a blacker name.
In thy pure breast—a casket richly fraught—
Lie gems which sparkle with immortal thought;
Lo! round thy brow descending angels twine
Each early flower, their glories only thine.
Poems and Songs by E. H. B. [i.e. E. H. Bickersteth] | ||