If humble lines can help humanity,
the which in you is so made manifest,
and simple rhymes can turn to charity
and lift the heart whereon they are impressed,
then I'll consider the task well worthwhile,
ambitious though the project may appear,
enchanted by the sunshine of a smile,
or so it seems, though I'm not finished here.
My pen though slim and long a feather turns,
and words blossom miraculous event,
and every sonnet in these lines returns,
the air a rainbow of their rhyming scent!
Then truly my goal will have been achieved,
all I have ever written or believed.
