The heart that seemed in contrast doubly vile.
Next to that glance of calm divinity,
Through which the Saviour’s eye could guilt disarm,
Was her mild look, from human passion free,
Subduing evil by its silent charm.
And as Christ’s voice made frantic demons flee,
Or lulled the raging elements at will;
So her soft tone made discord harmony,
And frenzied minds obeyed its “peace, be still!”
She through the dungeon’s gloom did fearless grope —