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.