 | Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood |  |
CONTENTMENT.
“I wish I had yon golden star,
I'd wreathe it in my hair;
Look, sister, how it shines afar!
'Tis like a jewel rare!”
I'd wreathe it in my hair;
Look, sister, how it shines afar!
'Tis like a jewel rare!”
“Yes, love; but see! you might have had
A treasure far more sweet;
In gazing on that star, you've crushed
The Heart's-ease at your feet!”
A treasure far more sweet;
In gazing on that star, you've crushed
The Heart's-ease at your feet!”
| Poems by Frances Sargent Osgood | |