You whose clear life, one fair, well-ordered day,
In useful tenour calmly glides away;
In whom the eye of Malice never spied
Aught she could wish to spread, or you to hide,
Whose looks with words accord, and word with deed,
Receive the only screen you e'er can need!
More verses by Anna Laetitia Barbauld
- On The Death Of Mrs. Martineau, Senr.
- The Wake Of The King Of Spain
- On A Portrait
- Hymn To Content
- Logogriph