There is the strength of ages in her face, A dignity of Alexander's day, A wisdom which is deathless. She can say All loveliness in silence, and God's grace Has touched her spirit with its beauteous trace; And there is sunlight in her gentle way, For she is part of an eternal May -- Beauty and love are her allotted place. She asks of life but little, yet she gives Greatly of goodness and humility -- Going her way unmindful of the night, Filling the hours with beauty ... So she lives Forever gazing on a starless sea, Yet walking always in her Maker's sight. |