The pearl of poem for my sister, Who is nice, niche in the oyster Had ye endowed to me by the divine? O' I am blessed by the Lord's love, which smiles to shine, Where the blush and rush of smile in her face reflects the sheen... The pure and purpose of her, repose my soul! The rare, pure power to me, lives true! Ne'er changes for fond or foe, but the bud of nature Will listen to her foot steps, which will allure all creatures, May Lord Bless her long life with countless verses of poems, decked with myriad treasures.
