Classic Poem

When if ever life is sweet,
Save in heart in all a child,
A fair virgin undefiled
Knelt she at her Saviour's feet;
While she laid her royal crown,
Thinking it too mean a thing
For a solemn offering,
Careless on the cushions down.

Fair she was as any rose,
But more pale than lilies white,
Her eyes full of deep repose
Seemed to see beyond our sight.
Hush, she is a holy thing:
Hush, her soul is in her eyes
Seeking far in Paradise
For her Light, her Love, her King.