This was done on a religious writer’s forum, which no longer exists.
Ah! pray the day will soon arrive
When love for poetry will revive;
Your exquisite verse may be the star
To guide the wise to come from afar,
And bow before a manger’s straw
To offer gifts in speechless awe.
Let not the lack of human praise
Or common yawns and boorish nays
Dampen the poet’s throbbing pulse;
Let dullards in disdain convulse!
But never let them say of me,
“He gave up writing poetry.”