Virtue

Her eyes are unsullied and virgin-sweet

As the lilies in fields the Master trod.

A star her light, she scatters the seed

Garnered from God's own beauty-grot.

As pure as the depths of a canyon pool

With crystal bars is her fount of life.

From the gyves of sin she remains aloof

Yet walks with the sinner the "second mile."

Virtue

Virtue is beauty, serenely fair,
With sunlight and moon-glow on her hair;
Her eyes are unsullied and virgin-sweet
As the fragrant lilies about her feet.

Her heart is a chalice high-uplifted
To brim with trust when doubt is rifted;
Her soul illumined by reverence
Is filled with the gladness of innocence.

With joy bubbling over, she ever keeps
Her fountain of life as pure as the deeps
Of canyon pools with crystal bars,
And mounts an ascending path of stars.