ON Easter morn she kneels and prays, A gentle saint in baby blue -- Forgive her that her hat is new, And all those dear, coquettish ways. Her loyal soul pure tribute pays To that high throne where prayers are due, At Easter, when she kneels and prays, A gentle saint in baby blue. So innocent her girlish days She scarcely knows what sins to rue, What pard'ning grace from Heaven to sue, As, glad with morning's gladdest rays, A gentle saint, she kneels and prays. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BALLAD OF LOVELY LADYES OF LONG AGOE by FRANCOIS VILLON ODE ON A DISTANT PROSPECT OF ETON COLLEGE by THOMAS GRAY EVENING HYMN by REGINALD HEBER PATRIOTISM AND FREEDOM by JOANNA BAILLIE A WOMAN'S CONCLUSIONS by PHOEBE CARY |