Recently, while i was cleaning out a cupboard, I found a mysterious (and badly tarnished) silver tray. Polishing it, I discovered that the surface was engraved with a love poem, and it was signed and dated 1884. Mine is a house that seems to be a magnet for objects like these, left behind by relatives of relatives who have long since left us. So I was not terribly surprised to come across it, but I was curious.
With a soft cloth, I carefully began to uncover the beautifully scripted words. At first they were hard to read, but then the words began to shyly show themselves: “My heart has found a treasure / as priceless as ’tis rare / May I tell you then with pleasure / it has no rival there …”
I do not know the object of the writer’s affections, but his sincerity could not be doubted. Four lines later, my cleaning efforts revealed a riddle. The poem ended: “Right loyally I love this treasure / of course it has a name / You will find it partly written / on every line quite plain.” This gave me pause, but I reviewed the words and letters without much success.
I haven’t managed to decode the mystery woman’s name yet, but I love the time and attention that went into creating this very unique and personalized note, which has now lasted close to 150 years. What a perfect Valentine’s Day message! It made me feel rather sentimental.
Can you solve the mystery? Here is the poem in its entirety:
My heart has found a treasure
As priceless as tis rare
May I tell you then with pleasure
It has no rival there
Each day was quite ambitious
Planting seed that soon took root
Enough of whose ripened riches
Reveal to me the truth
Right loyally I love this treasure of course it has a name
You will find it partly written on every line quite plain