A VALENTINE
She that is fair, though never vain or proud,
More fond of home, than fashion's changing
crowd;
Whose taste refined even female friends admire,
Dressed not for show, but robed in neat attire;
She who has learned, with mild, forgiving
breast,
To pardon frailties, hidden or confest;
True to herself, yet willing to submit,
More swayed by love than ruled by worldly
wit;
Though young, discreet, - though ready, ne'er
unkind,
Blessed with no pedant's, but a Woman's
mind; -
She wins our hearts, toward her our thoughts
incline,
So at her door go leave my Valentine.
James T. Fields.
She that is fair, though never vain or proud,
More fond of home, than fashion's changing
crowd;
Whose taste refined even female friends admire,
Dressed not for show, but robed in neat attire;
She who has learned, with mild, forgiving
breast,
To pardon frailties, hidden or confest;
True to herself, yet willing to submit,
More swayed by love than ruled by worldly
wit;
Though young, discreet, - though ready, ne'er
unkind,
Blessed with no pedant's, but a Woman's
mind; -
She wins our hearts, toward her our thoughts
incline,
So at her door go leave my Valentine.
James T. Fields.
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