Poems (Craik)/My Love Annie

by Dinah Maria Craik

MY LOVE ANNIE.

OFT of voice and light of hand
As the fairest in the land—
Who can rightly understand
  My love Annie?

Simple in her thoughts and ways,
True in every word she says,—
Who shall even dare to praise
  My love Annie?

Midst a naughty world and rude
Never in ungentle mood;
Never tired of being good—
  My love Annie.

Hundreds of the wise and great
Might o'erlook her meek estate;
But on her good angels wait,
  My love Annie.

Many or few the loves that may
Shine upon her silent way,—
God will love her night and day,
  My love Annie.