For she had lingered to the last,
Unconscious, in that holy spot,
Of eyes that watched and wearied not.
“How beautiful!” the whispered thought,
All human, all of earth, she caught;
And reading what that thought expressed
By the one key-note in her breast,
Uplifting her adoring head,
“Is He not beautiful?” she said.
A thrill of awe, a flush of shame,