A reflection for anyone who feels overlooked or unappreciated — or who believes they are. Take comfort in the knowledge that God values and cherishes us, even when human recognition is scarce.
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!
