And shine out in happy overflow
From her blue, bright eyes.
By her snow-white cot, at close of day,
Knelt sweet Bell, with folded palms, to pray.
Very calm and clear
Rose the praying voice, to where, unseen,
In blue heaven, an angel shape serene
Paused awhile to hear.
“What good child is this?” the angel said,
“That, with happy heart, beside her bed