Lydia Huntley Sigourney

A Gentleman of Seventy Years, "To Mrs. Sigourney" The Euterpeiad [New York] 1 (15 July 1830) 56.

Said Apollo to Plutus, you boast of your power
To bind every one to your sway,
But I have a lady so fond of my bower,
Your gold cannot lure her away.

The flowers of Parnassus afford her delight,
So constantly charming and pure,
That should you exert all your influence and might,
Her love of those flowers would endure.

Well come, let us try, said the gold-bearing god,
Whether you or myself be the strongest,
And pour'd at her feet of his wealth a whole load—
"Now, lady, you'll love me the longest."

She smiled at the present, and took from the pile
By handfulls, and gave to the poor;
Their wants to supply, and their pains to beguile,
Were the uses she made of her store.

But when the blithe robin saluted the morn
Or whip-or-will sang to the even,
The bower of Apollo she loved to adorn,
And chanted the lyrics of heaven.