HERE lies a true maid, deformed and old, Who, that she never was handsome, need never be told; Though she ne'er had a lover, much friendship had met, And thought all mankind quite out of her debt. She ne'er could forgive, for she ne'er had resented; As she ne'er had denied, so she never repented. She loved the whole species, but some had distinguished; But time and much thought had all passion extinguished. Though not fond of her station, content with her lot; A favour received she had never forgot. She rejoiced in the good that her neighbours possessed, And piety, purity, truth she professed. She lived in much peace, but ne'er courted pleasure; Her book and her pen had her moments of leisure; Pleased with life, fond of health, yet fearless of death, Believing she lost not her soul with her breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PIRATE STORY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND A SNOWFLAKE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH CRADLE SONG by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE DAWN OF EVENING by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |