"I knew a maid,
. . . . . . . . . . . .
Birds in the bower, and lambs in the green fields
Could they have known her, would have loved; methought
Her very presence such a sweetness breathed,
That flowers, and trees, and even the silent hills,
And everything she looked on, should have had
An intimation how she bore herself
Towards them, and to all creatures. God delights