[Written for the Sentinel.]

WHAT WOULD YOU GIVE?

What seekest thou, my friend? You sayThat you are ill, have lost your wayAcross the thorny lea;And that you crave your place againAmong the busy haunts of menFrom pain and sorrows free.

The end you seek is just; but wait!Suppose anon the pearly gateOf Love should swing asideAnd give you entrance to a wealthOf conscious joy and supple health,And more than these beside;

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