She is a roll inscribed, a prophet’s book
Writ strong with characters.
Behold, Eve willed it so; look, if it be so, look!
And after singing of her life and of how she had been sensitive to the love of her husband and children, she goes on:
Still, still with prayer and ecstasy she strove
To be the woman they did well approve,
That, narrowed to their love,
She might have done with bitterness and blame;
But still along the yonder edge of prayer
A spirit in a fiery whirlwind came—