Morning Songs :: :: University of Virginia Library

There's a gentle voice like music;
From a being kind and true;
There's a smile like glowing sunbeams,
Sparkling on the summer dew.

There's a footstep calm and gentle;
Lighter than a faries' tread;
Two bright eyes, of jet black beauty;
Ebon locks bebecks her head,

Tiny hands so small but useful;
Busy all the livelong day;
Toiling in her joys and sorrows,
Toiling on a pilgrim way.

Ebon face bedecked with beauty;
Form most graceful to behold;
Not one tith would be her value,
Should I give my weight in gold.