Answer to a Lady

TO A LADY WHO REQUESTED THE AUTHOR TO WRITE SOME VERSES IN HER ALBUM, DECLARATORY OF WHAT HE LIKED AND WHAT HE DISLIKED .

You bid me mention what I like,
And, gaily smiling, little guess
How deeply may that question strike
The chords of solemn thankfulness.

I like my friends, my children, wife —
The home they make so blessed a spot;
I like my fortune — calling — life —
In every thing I like my lot;
And feeling thus, my heart's imbued
With never-ceasing gratitude.

What I dislike, you next demand.
A puzzling query — for in me
Nought that proceeds from Nature's hand
Awakens an antipathy.
But what I like the least are those
Who nourish an unthankful mind,
Quick to discern imagined woes,
To all their real blessings blind,
For that is double want of love,
To man below, and God above.
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