The awful burden of the world's despair—
What could she give Him more
Than blameless thoughts, a simple life and fair?
She was and is, for still
She lives and moves upon the grass-green earth,
And, as of old, doth fill
Her heart with peace, still mingling tears with mirth.
O, could we find her out,
And learn of her this wildering maze to tread!
And, eased of every doubt,