You whose clear life, one fair, well-ordered day, <br />In useful tenour calmly glides away; <br />In whom the eye of Malice never spied <br />Aught she could wish to spread, or you to hide, <br />Whose looks with words accord, and word with deed, <br />Receive the only screen you e'er can need!<br /><br />Anna Laetitia Barbauld<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-mrs-a/
