The Eyes of Mary
The eyes of Mary are bright and clear, Like the heavens fresh after rain, They beckon with a gentle cheer, And offer solace from the pain.
In dawn-lit fields where the daisies grow, Her laughter echoes through the vale, And in the vale, the wildflowers show, The beauty of a soft-spoken tale.
The winds weave through her flowing hair, With fragrance of the blooming thyme, And nature whispers in the air, In melody, of joy sublime.
- Mary Webb