A Woman's Heart
God's angels took a little drop of dew
Fresh fallen from the heaven's far-off blue.
And a white violet, so pure and bright,
Shedding its fragrance in the morn's soft light,
And a forget-me-not laid altogether gently out of sight
Within the chalice of a lily white.
With humbleness and grace they covered it,
Made purity and sadness near to sit.
And added pride to this and fears a few,
One wish, but half a hope, and bright tears, too,
Courage and sweetness in misfortune's smart,
And out of this they molded woman's heart
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