Celia Thaxter

S. E.

SHE passes up and down life’s various ways
    With noiseless footfall and with serious air:
Within the circle of her quiet days
    She takes of sorrow and of joy her share.
In her bright home, like some rare jewel set,
    The lustre of her beauty lives and glows,
With all the fragrance of the violet,
    And all the radiant splendor of the rose.
As simple and unconscious as a flower,
    And crowned with womanhood’s most subtle charm,
She blesses her sweet realm with gentle power,
    And keeps her hearth-fires burning clear and warm.
To know her is to love her. Every year
Makes her more precious and more wise and dear.
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