Lord, how impartially Thou dost prepare
For this world’s contradiction, holy lives:
Now noble dames, now humble peasant wives,
Are called to trim their lamps with earnest care,
And wait the Bridegroom. In her curious chair
Close prisoner, still this aged saint contrives
Largesse of love for all who come, and gives,
From parish pittance, more than life can spare.
Beneath the high starched cap her angel face
Is lined with sorrow that has made her wise,
Solemn she speaks, and yet she smiles with grace;
In her have met the two eternities:
A Love that would all human hearts embrace,
A Faith that fain would people Paradise.
(Sonnets Round the Coast, p. 46)