Sinopsis

Martha, thy maiden foot is still so light, It leaves no legible trace on virgin snows, And yet I ween that busily it goes In duty's path from happy morn to night. Thy dimpled cheek is gay, and softly bright As the fixt beauty of the mossy rose ; Yet will it change its hue for other's woes, And native red contend with piteous white. Thou bear'st a name by Jesus known and loved, And Jesus gently did the maid reprove