She
had not rings of golden hair,
Nor peach-like bloom upon her cheek;
Her
eyes shamed not the violet,
Nor choicest language did she speak.
But
she had much of common sense,
And lived a modest, truthful life;
Her
mind was open to advance,
And I was proud to call her wife.
Jan.
28, ‘93
Pub.
in Cambridge Chronicle
March
18, ‘94
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