The hoary traveler went his way, but the gift he left behind
Hath had its pure and perfect work on that high-born maiden’s mind;
And she hath turned from the pride of sin to the lowliness of truth,
And given her human heart to God in its beautiful hour of youth.
Providence.
I know not what the future hath
Of marvel or surprise,
Assured alone that life and death
His mercy underlies.
And if my heart and flesh are weak