There is a strange look in her wondering eyes
That is not of this world—a bright calm light,
As though she saw far, far beyond the grave.
When she is taken, Heaven help the poor!
There’s not an ailing soul for miles around
Who does not bless her ministering hand!
Lisa. If the old tale be true, when such as she
Are taken hence to their appointed heaven,
Good angels come to earth to take their place
And finish their good works; and so the poor