Whom the righteous dare despise!
To have tenderly bound up her scattered hair,
And have dried her tearful eyes!
Hush! there are broken hearts to soothe,
And penitent tears to dry,
While Magdalen prays for you and them,
From her home in the starry sky.
O to have followed the mournful way
Of those faithful few forlorn!
And grace, beyond even an angel's hope,