Who shall trap the Lioness?
Bold Muses, help me! I confess Heart and mind too weak to sieze
The Miracle called Eloise
Who shall tell her excellence?
Her most uncommon common sense?
Her wit that pierces all pretentions?
Her vision of such wide dimensions
Skies and mountains fill her pictures
Her life, her art are heady mixtures
To capture in a charmed embrace
The sacred and the commonplace.
Beauty's child, now grown in beauty,
Teach us all our Heavenly Duty!
To lift life up from dust and mire
And fill it with clestial fire!