She passes up and down life's various ways With noiseless footfall and with serious air: Within the circle of her quiet days She takes of sorrow and joy her share. In her bright home, like some rare jewel set, The lustre of her beauty lives and glows, With all the fragrance of the violet, And all the radiant splendor of the rose. As simple and unconscious as a flower, And crowned with womanhood's most subtle charm, She blesses her sweet realm with gentle power, And keeps her hearth-fires burning clear and warm. To know her is to love her. Every year Makes her more precious and more wise and dear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JONAH'S SONG, FR. MOBY DICK by HERMAN MELVILLE SONG by MARGARET STEELE ANDERSON THE CHILD'S GRAVE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN A SISTER OF SORROW: 1. UP THE ROAD by GORDON BOTTOMLEY CLEVEDON VERSES: 8. THE BRISTOL CHANNEL by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |