ON Easter morn she kneels and prays, A gentle saint in baby blue -- Forgive her that her hat is new, And all those dear, coquettish ways. Her loyal soul pure tribute pays To that high throne where prayers are due, At Easter, when she kneels and prays, A gentle saint in baby blue. So innocent her girlish days She scarcely knows what sins to rue, What pard'ning grace from Heaven to sue, As, glad with morning's gladdest rays, A gentle saint, she kneels and prays. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MISTRESS'S BOOTS by FREDERICK LOCKER-LAMPSON SONNETS ON PICTURES: MARY MAGDALEN AT THE DOOR OF SIMON THE PHARISEE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI AUTUMN AND SPRING by JULIA COOLEY ALTROCCHI SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 21. THE WORLD'S MARRIAGE MORN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) IN DEFENSE OF YOUTH by ROBBINS WOLCOTT BARSTOW |