Sweet secrecy, what tongue can tell thy worth? What mortal pen sufficiently can praise thee? What curious pencil serves to limn thee forth? What Muse hath power above thy height to raise thee? Strong lock of kindness, closet of love's store, Heart's mithridate, the soul's preservative, O virtue! which all virtues do adore, Chief good, from whom all good things we derive. O rare effect! true bond of friendship's measure, Conceit of angels, which all wisdom teachest, O richest casket of all heavenly treasure, In secret silence which such wonders preachest. O purest mirror, wherein men may see The lively image of divinity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AN OLD WOMAN OF THE ROADS by PADRAIC COLUM JOAN OF ARC IN RHEIMS by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE SEA GYPSY [OR GIPSY] by RICHARD HOVEY THE MEN BEHIND THE GUNS by JOHN JEROME ROONEY A SPIRITUAL AND WELL-ORDERED MIND by HENRY ALFORD MESSENGERS by BORIS NIKOLAYEVICH BUGAYEV |