Poems (Craik)/Her Likeness
GIRL, who has so many wilful ways She would have caused Job's patience to forsake him; Yet is so rich in all that 's girlhood's praise, Did Job himself upon her goodness gaze, A little better she would surely make him.
HER LIKENESS.
GIRL, who has so many wilful ways She would have caused Job's patience to forsake him; Yet is so rich in all that 's girlhood's praise, Did Job himself upon her goodness gaze, A little better she would surely make him. Yet is this girl I sing in naught uncommon, And very far from angel yet, I trow. Her faults, her sweetnesses, are purely human; Yet she 's more lovable as simple woman Than any one diviner that I know.
Therefore I wish that she may safely keep This womanhede, and change not, only grow; From maid to matron, youth to age, may creep, And in perennial blessedness, still reap On every hand of that which she doth sow.