Montgomery County Sentinel

Poetical.
SOMEBODY'S LOVERS.
BY PHEBE CARY.
Too meek by half was he who came
A-wooing me one morn,
For he thought so little of himself
I learned to share his scorn.
At night I had a suitor, vain
As the vainest in the land:
Almost he seemed to condescend
In the offer of his hand.
In one who pressed his suit I missed
Courage and manly pride:
And how could I think of such a one
As a leader and a guide?
And then there came a worshiper
With such undoubting trust,
That when he knelt he seemed not worth
Upraising from the dust.
The next was never in the wrong,
Was not too smooth nor rough
So faultless and so good was he.
That that was fault enough.
But one, the last of all that came,
I know not how to paint;
No angel do I seem to him-
He scarcely calls me saint!
He hath such sins and weaknesses
As mortal man befall:
He hath a thousand faults, and yet
I love him with them all!
He never asked me yea or nay,
Nor knelt to me one hour;
But he took my heart and holds my heart,
With a lover's gentle power.
And I bow, as needs I must, and say,
In proud humility,
Love's might is right, and I yield at last,
To manhood's royalty!