This humble page use
To write such free prose
Delight in my muse
Sweet scent of the rose

Behold thy true form
This world does deem pure
Such beauty reborn
In soul evermore

Thy likeness unique
The angels now sing
How humble and meek
The light it does bring

To look on thy face
Brings tears to mine eye
Must dwell in thy grace
Did walk, now do fly

I breathe thine own breath
My lungs overflow
Even unto death
My heart shall not slow

Its strength shall increase
For my muse yet lives!
This quill shall not cease
As thy grace so gives