Sunday, May 27, 2007

To a Young Lady

WEET 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


Ginny said...

This is beautiful!!!

Sounds like something out of Proverbs or Song of Songs.

elena maria vidal said...

I thought so, too, Ginny!