Cornelia's Answer

Oh! precious are the brilliant things
That in earth's peaceful bosom lie,
And bright the beams the Diamond flings,
In radiant lustre on the eye.

Rich are the Ruby's dazzling gleams,
And pure the Pearl's unfading ray,
And mellow are the golden beams
That round the costly Topaz play.

There's light in many a sparkling gem,
And wealth in many a precious stone,
But let them deck the diadem,
And blaze around the monarch's throne.

Cornelia never casts a thought
On baubles valueless as these,
Such gems by Monarch ne'er were bought
As nightly deck Cornelia's knees.

Elastic forms, bright eyes of flame,
And souls lit up by Nature's fire,
Which point the glowing path to fame
And still to glory's meed aspire.

Hearts that through battle, toil or death,
In virtue's cause would nobly stand,
And proudly yield their latest breath
To guard their own, their native land.

Such are the gems Cornelia owns,
From such she claims her dearest joys,
For what are all earth's precious stones,
Compared with these — my Boys — my Boys?

Oh! precious are the brilliant things
That in earth's peaceful bosom lie,
And bright the beams the Diamond flings,
In radiant lustre on the eye.

Rich are the Ruby's dazzling gleams,
And pure the Pearl's unfading ray,
And mellow are the golden beams
That round the costly Topaz play.

There's light in many a sparkling gem,
And wealth in many a precious stone,
But let them deck the diadem,
And blaze around the monarch's throne.

Cornelia never casts a thought
On baubles valueless as these,
Such gems by Monarch ne'er were bought
As nightly deck Cornelia's knees.

Elastic forms, bright eyes of flame,
And souls lit up by Nature's fire,
Which point the glowing path to fame
And still to glory's meed aspire.

Hearts that through battle, toil or death,
In virtue's cause would nobly stand,
And proudly yield their latest breath
To guard their own, their native land.

Such are the gems Cornelia owns,
From such she claims her dearest joys,
For what are all earth's precious stones,
Compared with these — my Boys — my Boys?
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