Anne Charlotte Lynch Botta - Love lyrics

Go forth in life, oh friend! not seeking love; A mendicant, that with imploring eye And outstretched hand asks of the pa**ers by The alms his strong necessities may move. For such poor love to pity near allied, Thy generous spirit may not stoop and wait, A suppliant, whose prayer may be denied, Like a spurned beggar's at a palace gate: But thy heart's affluence lavish uncontrolled; The largess of thy love give full and free, As monarchs in their progress scatter gold; And be thy heart like the exhaustless sea, That must its wealth of cloud and dew bestow, Though tributary streams or ebb or flow.