Valentine To RR Written Extempore Feb. 14 1802
Custom, whose laws we all allow,
And bow before his shrine,
Has so ordained, my friend, that you
Are now my Valentine.
Ah, could my humble Muse aspire
To catch the flame divine!
These are the gifts that Id require
For thee, my Valentine!
May virtue oer thy steps preside
And in thy conduct shine;
May truth and wisdom ever guide
And guard my Valentine.
May piety, seraphic maid,
Her influence divine
Shed on thy head, and ever lead,
And bless my Valentine.
Lifes dangerous paths safe mayst thou tread,
Shielded by Grace divine;
And when these artless lines are read,
Think on my Valentine!
Poems by Charlotte Richardson
