She stood by my side with a queenly air, Her face it was young and proud and fair; She held my rose in her hands of snow; It crimsoned her face with a deeper glow; The sunlight drooped in her eyes of fire...
Under the cross in the Southern skies, Where the beautiful night like a shadow lies, A fair young life went out in the light To wake no more in the star-crowned night. ...
A beautiful form and a beautiful face, A winsome bride and a woman's grace, So fair and sweet it were heaven indeed For man to follow where she would lead.