Poems (Craik)/My Love Annie
MY LOVE ANNIE.
OFT of voice and light of hand As the fairest in the land—Who can rightly understand My love Annie? Simple in her thoughts and ways, True in every word she says,—Who shall even dare to praise My love Annie?
Midst a naughty world and rude Never in ungentle mood; Never tired of being good— My love Annie.
Hundreds of the wise and great Might o'erlook her meek estate; But on her good angels wait, My love Annie.
Many or few the loves that may Shine upon her silent way,—God will love her night and day, My love Annie.