Hearken the voice of thy kinsfolk, and good days so shalt thou know.
Too long have I seen thee sitting in lamentation and woe.”
Unto God then earnestly prayed she the path of her feet to show;
For, albeit hers should be raiment and silver and gold to bestow,
As of yore when she dwelt with her husband, when his life within him was whole,
The glorious hours of the old time could no more gladden her soul.
Aye in her heart was she musing: “And can I link my life
With a husband that is a heathen—and I, a Christian wife?
Reproach must then be my portion through all the earth, and shame.
Though he gave the whole world’s riches, not so could I stain my name!”