Lines On Hearing Miss P, Sing' He Doeth All Things Well' Poem by Peter John Allan

How sweet the sound of words divine
From lips of innocence like thine!
Fancy, whene'er that strain you sing,
Delights to spread her buoyant wing,
And, borne upon the solemn air,
To join with angels in their prayer.
Earth seems her youth to have renewed,
Where erst in Eden's solitude
The happy pair together trod-
The children and the friends of God;
For spirits there from heaven descended,
And worship with their worship blended,
Singing their solemn songs divine
As sweetly as thou singest thine.
So lovely, innocent, and young,
Still truth direct your heart and tongue;
For oh! your sex, the first to sin,
Have ever since repentant been-
Have ever since show'd higher powers
Of head, and heart, and soul, than ours,
And taught us there's a heaven above,
By making earth a heaven with love.