Poems (Sewell)/Sonnet to Meekness

by Mary Young Sewell

SONNET TO MEEKNESS.

Come gentle Meekness! with thy timid eye, Thy voice of harmony, thy looks of love! Thy wings of plumage from the spotless dove,And mantle blue from the etherial sky! Thy modest step, soft as the tender footOf soothing mercy, when she weeping standsO'er the pale suff'rer's couch, and wrings her hands, And forms some pious pray'r his griefs to suit, Or guards his short repose in anguish mute!— Come, heav'nly Meekness! with thy smile serene, Dispel the tumults of the raging breast;Each savage pow'r shall fly the blessed scene, Where sweetly calm thy beauteous head shall rest:Ev'n Christian Hope shall guard the spot divine,And earth's^[1] fair paradise shall still be thine!

1. "Blessed are the meek, for they shall inherit the earth." - - - St. Matthew.

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