Where a beautiful lady stood before
His vision, fair as the saints are fair,
With smile as sweet as the seraphs wear.
He needed not to be told her life—
The pure young mother, the tender wife;
He needed not to be told that she,
In home of sorrow and poverty,
Was giving wealth with a lavish hand;
He thought her worthy in heaven to stand.
"No! no!" a voice to the angel heart