Fashion’d by Heaven and by art
So is she, that she makes the heart
Ache and o’erflow with tears, that grace
So lovely fair should have for place,
(Deeming itself at home the while,)
The unworthy earth! To see her smile
Amid this waste of pain and sin,
As only knowing the heaven within,
Is sweet, and does for pity stir
Passion to be her minister:
Wherefore last night I lay awake,
And said, ‘Ah, Lord, for thy love’s sake,
Give not this darling child of thine
To care less reverent than mine!’
And, as true faith was in my word,
I trust, I trust that I was heard.