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SWEET stream, that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous maid --
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy throng:
With gentle yet prevailing force,
Intent upon her destined course;
Graceful and useful all she does,
Blessing and blest where'er she goes;
Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass,
And Heaven reflected in her face.
by William Cowper Share
2 comments:
This is beautiful!!!
Sounds like something out of Proverbs or Song of Songs.
I thought so, too, Ginny!
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