WITH A CRYSTAL LION. For L. R. W.

Keep watch and ward, In stately guard, Around my Una’s wayward feet; Not lest she tread False ways instead Of higher paths, serenely sweet;— But lest in care For all who share Her tender ministry, too late Her frail strength yield;— Be thou her shield; They also serve who sometimes wait! Of crystal, clear As in its sphere Her lofty spirit moves alway;— Of massive strength As all at length Will find who make her soul their stay;— With flowers and buds Whose sweetness floods The air even when we cannot see;— This gift I send My earliest friend;— Dear type of all she is to me!