When if ever life is sweet, Save in heart in all a child, A fair virgin undefiled Knelt she at her Saviour's feet; While she laid her royal crown, Thinking it too mean a thing For a solemn offering, Careless on the cushions down. Fair she was as any rose, But more pale than lilies white, Her eyes full of deep repose Seemed to see beyond our sight. Hush, she is a holy thing: Hush, her soul is in her eyes Seeking far in Paradise For her Light, her Love, her King. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON EVENTIDE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GUARDIANSHIP by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LOVE'S MIRACLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL THE SLAVE TRADE: VIEW FROM THE MIDDLE PASSAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR |