I love this poem, this is my hope. I pray to the Lord I might keep my thoughts pure and chaste, no matter what is happening in my life.
The Lady of the Lambs
She walks- the lady of my delight-
A shepherdess of sheep.
Her flocks are thoughts. She keeps them white;
She guards them from the steep.
She feeds them on the fragrant height,
And folds them in for sleep.
She roams maternal hill and bright;
Dark valleys safe and deep.
Her dreams are innocent at night;
The chastest stars may peep.
She walks- the lady of my delight-
A shepherdess of sheep.
She holds her little thoughts in sight,
Though gay they run and leap.
She is so circumspect and right;
She has her soul to keep.
She walks- the lady of my delight-
A shepherdess of sheep.
- Alice Meynell
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