Virtue is beauty, serenely fair,
With sunlight and moon-glow on her hair;
Her eyes are unsullied and virgin-sweet
As the fragrant lilies about her feet.
Her heart is a chalice high-uplifted
To brim with trust when doubt is rifted;
Her soul illumined by reverence
Is filled with the gladness of innocence.
With joy bubbling over, she ever keeps
Her fountain of life as pure as the deeps
Of canyon pools with crystal bars,
And mounts an ascending path of stars.