Enveloped as chaste and lovely form
As e'er on earth was found.
A voice so soft, so sweet, so low
That every accent woke
Sweet notes of blissful melody,
As if an angel spoke.
None could look upon that face
And deem that aught of earth
Could chill the rapture of a soul
Where sin could know no birth.
Her mind had wondrous power and scope;
It grasped the sea, the earth, the sky,
And rightly understood and loved
The God who ruled on high.
Contentment, truth and virtue
Was part of Nature's dower;
Self-sacrifice to her was joy,
And prayer was conscious power.
While yet a child her spirit soared
Above the things of earth,