All that night, a passing soul.
Wronged and wronger here had parted
In life’s glorious summer morn,
He, to win the world’s high honor,
She, to shrink from man’s fierce scorn.
She had sinned, and love’s sweet numbers
Rang from human lips no more,
But around her gently murmured
Voices from the Eternal shore.
Past her flowed the chiming waters,