2. She felt, in her spirit, the summons[255] of grace,
That called her to live for the suffering race;
And heedless of pleasure, of comfort, of home,
Rose quickly like Mary, and answered, “I come.”
She put from her person the trappings[256] of pride,
And passed from her home, with the joy of a bride,
Nor wept at the threshold, as onwards she moved—
For her heart was on fire in the cause it approved.
3. Lost ever to fashion—to vanity lost,
That beauty that once was the song and the toast—