For friendship unfailing they love her, the first;
The last, for her infinite ruth.
Oh, what if she never should do or should dare
In regions by Woman untrod?
Yet, when her step passes, men turn from despair,
And trust in the world and in God.
Oh, what if no "record" she cares to eclipse,
Nor manners nor morals defies?
But pain she would face with a smile on her lips,
And death with a light in her eyes!