A lament on behalf of all people who go through life unnoticed and unappreciated – or at least believe they are. Trust in God who loves and appreciates us even when it seems no one else does.
She Dwelt Among the Untrodden Ways
By WILLIAM WORDSWORTH
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A Maid whom there were none to praise
And very few to love:
A violet by a mossy stone
Half hidden from the eye!
—Fair as a star, when only one
Is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown, and few could know
When Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh,
The difference to me!