Gentleness Pictured

A GENTLE creature was that girl,
Meek, humble, and subdued;
Like some lone flower that has grown up
In woodland solitude.

Its soil has had but little care,
Its growth but little praise;
And down it droops the timid head
It has not strength to raise.

For other brighter blooms are round,
And they attract the eye;
They seem the sunny favourites
Of summer, earth, and sky.

The human and the woodland flower
Hath yet a dearer part,—
The perfume of the hidden depths,
The sweetness at the heart.
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