Maidenhood.
Standing, with reluctant feet,
Where the brook and river meet,
Womanhood and childhood fleet!
The Goblet of Life.
O suffering, sad humanity!
O ye afflicted ones, who lie
Steeped to the lips in misery,
Longing, and yet afraid to die,
Patient, though sorely tried!
Resignation.
There is no flock, however watched and tended,
But one dear lamb is there!
There is no fireside, howsoe'er defended,
But has one vacant chair.