Miss Modesty Marvel

Miss Modesty Marvel was indeed a great soul True to her name and bearing : perfect Yes, in what she spoke and all she did Treating with amity the hale, pale, odd or the morbid ; With soft worded tone and visual charm would deflect Any oncoming adversary or things foul; Goodness is what goodness does aloft In deeds, compassion, warmth ,ample and oft . Being selfless ,she grew up doing her best To console the crying and those in distress Sharing her food and belongings the moment She saw Misfortune slap the broken and bent ; From her gleaming eyes the glow of hope express , Glided along the victim in the lost quest ; Strange enough : good words do console Even those who lose and forget their role Such virtuous stars drop from the heavenly store And like gems are found ,if sought to explore .