"Ripe in virtue, green in years, Here a matchless maid lies low: None could read, and spare their tears, Did they but her sweetness know. Humbly wise and meekly good, No earthly lover's arms she blessed; But, full of grace, her Saviour wooed, And hides her blushes in His breast." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN ALPINE PICTURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH STANZAS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE LOW-BACKED CAR by SAMUEL LOVER INGRATITUDE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THANKSGIVING FOR VICTORY by ROBERT BURNS EMANCIPATION OF THE SERFS by HEZEKIAH BUTTERWORTH TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. IN A SCOTCH-FIR WOOD by EDWARD CARPENTER |