Who is this who comes into my heart, A morning soul with sunlight in her hair, Her movements speak of beauty's finest art Her hands expressing miracles and fair
Her bosom as the freshest waters of spring. Her gracious words attune to finer chords Than man has heard on earth, an offering Of tribute to the far and distant Lords
And God who seems to smile upon her face And touch her soul supreme with mystery As one who is destined to uplift our race With joy and love and touch us peacefully
With the calm Light, the incense of her days. To her I bow and sing my songs of praise.
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