Classic Poem

She that is fair, though never vain or proud,
More fond of home than fashion's changing crowd;
Whose taste refined even female friends admire,
Dressed not for show, but robed in neat attire;
She who has learned, with mild, forgiving breast,
To pardon frailties, hidden or confest;
True to herself, yet willing to submit,
More swayed by love, than ruled by worldly wit;
Though young, discreet, — though ready, ne'er unkind,
Blessed with no pedant's, but a Woman's mind; —
She wins our hearts, towardSher our thoughts incline,
So at her door go leave my Valentine.

She that is fair, though never vain or proud,
More fond of home than fashion's changing crowd;
Whose taste refined even female friends admire,
Dressed not for show, but robed in neat attire;
She who has learned, with mild, forgiving breast,
To pardon frailties, hidden or confest;
True to herself, yet willing to submit,
More swayed by love, than ruled by worldly wit;
Though young, discreet, — though ready, ne'er unkind,
Blessed with no pedant's, but a Woman's mind; —
She wins our hearts, towardSher our thoughts incline,
So at her door go leave my Valentine.