She was no dainty city belle,
Half art and half deceit,
And yet no fairer vision
The human eye could greet.
Naught knew she of city life
Or fashion's changing art—
Nature created her a belle
And blessed her with a heart.
Her eyes were large and soulful,
Her face divinely fair;
Her form was lithe and graceful
And a golden dream her hair.
Her voice was full of melody:
Each tone to listening ear
Seemed to awake such music
As angels delight to hear.
Beautiful, pure and guileless,
With the faith of a trusting child,
She worshiped the God of nature
With a spirit undefiled.