elizabeth barret browning wrote, at the age of 9-

'come forth my muse, and tune the lyre so bright.
the darkest soul illume with purer light,
and pour instruction o'er the embarrased mind,
and Godly virtue in the wicked find......

i like her turn of words- about finding virute in the wicked, like finding goodness in the mean mamma if the light shines upon her just right.....of course, e.b.b. had a mean daddy, not a mean mamma. how sad that they never spoke after she eloped with mr browning, and that her letter to him explaining her desire to marry went unopened. much as i can't imagine andrew growing up and moving away, i can't imagine faulting him for wanted to do so.