Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade,
Apt emblem of a virtuous
maid-
Silent and chaste she steals along,
Far from the world's gay busy
throng:
With gentle yet prevailing force,
Intent upon her destined
course;
Graceful and useful all she does,
Blessing and blest where'er
she goes;
Pure-bosom'd as that watery glass,
And Heaven reflected in her
face.