The lowly suppliant bless'd,
When to the hovel came her welcome smile;
The cold, the hungry, friendless and distress'd,
With gen'rous aid she cheer'd the while;
And not alone the desolate and poor
Sought counsel of her wisdom and her love;
The high-born and the cultured cross'd her door
To share her treasure-trove.
A nature great and high,
No puny thought could dwell within her breast;