Poetic Verses


Alas she waits as days grow long and still
as dark shadows form upon vacant grass
Alone at dark wait by her window sill
idle, another day has come to pass
No word hath yet come to bring she good cheer
to work idle hand and stir she in thought
Her efforts to labor throughout the year
and trinkets with her paid coin to be bought
Look she to heaven as now she doth pray
for the good that comes from such honest deed
Bring to her word by the end of this day
Fulfillment to answer her only need
O' need be ended by this perfect laud
then bless she this fate by thy perfect God


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