The Magic Ring

Oh, had I the ring which the Talmud says The Prince of Sages wore, I’d flash on thy soul its magic rays, And all mystery there explore!

There would be no secret, dark, ill-boding, But my mind should read aright; No nameless horror forever goading,— As vague as the visions of night.

But restless dreams should then have peace, And sorrow be banished from view, And anguish and toil forever cease;— For I’d know if one heart be true.