All beauty does admire Her,
She walks with strength and dignity.
From nothing does Her will deter
If only good in it She sees.
And yet Her eyes befallen me,
To what do I this blessing owe?
So little fit I see in me
To match the virtue She does show.
Yet peace in this I take to know,
That She is wise and She did choose.
As sure as seas do ebb and floe
I stand to gain and not to lose.
If nothing loves this human race
Let love consist in love for Grace.