Through the power in a pearl.
A woman (’tis I this time that say)
With little the world counts worthy praise;
Utter the true word—out and away
Escapes her soul: I am wrapt in blaze,
Creation’s lord, of heaven and earth,
Lord whole and sole—by a minute’s birth—
Through the love in a girl.
In the folk-song of Servia is a pretty little poem which testifies to the love they bear to pearls:
A youth unmated prays to God,