Good as beautiful is she,
With gifts that match her goodness, no faint flaw
I' the white;—she were the pearl you think you saw.
Daniel Bartoli.
Since beneath my roof
Housed she who made home heaven, in heaven's behoof
I went forth every day, and all day long
Worked for the world. Look, how the laborer's song
Cheers him! Thus sang my soul, at each sharp throe
Of laboring flesh and blood—"She loves me so!"