HOW shall I here her placid picture paint With touch that shall be delicate, yet sure? Soft hair above a brow so high and pure Years have not soiled it with an earthly taint, Needing no aureole to prove her saint; Firm mind that no temptation could allure; Soul strong to do, heart stronger to endure; And calm, sweet lips, that utter no complaint. So have I seen her, in my darkest days And when her own most sacred ties were riven, Walk tranquilly in self-denying ways, Asking for strength, and sure it would be given; Filling her life with lowly prayer, high praise, -- So shall I see her, if we meet in heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DESERTED VILLAGE by OLIVER GOLDSMITH IN HOSPITAL: 23. MUSIC by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY THE CROPPY BOY: (A BALLAD OF '98) by WILLIAM B. MCBURNEY ODE; SUNG BY THE CHILDREN OF THE PUBLIC SCHOOLS by W. T. ADAMS SONG by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE MISTLETOE BOUGH by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY |