A book of many thoughts in mingled measures;
Songs of my Heart, attuned through many a year
From time to time a silent hour a cheer;
Unguarded tell-tales of mine inner pleasures,
High hopes, and joys most deep, and loves most dear;
What welcome shall we find? -- Neglect? -- Reproof?
A sullen ride that coldly holds aloof?
No, Friends! not such will be my welcome here:
From heart to heart I speak, from love to love,
With kindly words that kindliness inspire,
Frankly, confidingly: no fear, no fear,
But love shall be your greeting to my lyre;
For, through the mercies lent me from above,
I warm your hearts, O Friends! with holy fire.