30.07.2007, 10:29
The Flower of the Ghetto
She mingled with the world, but kept her eyes
Upon its heights, and said the shades below,
Life's darker shades 'twere better not to know,
And living with her highland dreams, too wise
To note Rome's lower planes, its lusts and lies,
She saw her world in light and beauty grow,
As some tall peak clears in the Alpen glow,
And smiles to feel the peace of stainless skies.
And so she lived, to breathe an incense rare
Upon the highways marred with vice and crime,
Sweet as a lily rising pure and fair,
Above the soiling touch of mud and slime;
As she looked up in all her saintly grace
With heaven's light upon her lovely face.
She mingled with the world, but kept her eyes
Upon its heights, and said the shades below,
Life's darker shades 'twere better not to know,
And living with her highland dreams, too wise
To note Rome's lower planes, its lusts and lies,
She saw her world in light and beauty grow,
As some tall peak clears in the Alpen glow,
And smiles to feel the peace of stainless skies.
And so she lived, to breathe an incense rare
Upon the highways marred with vice and crime,
Sweet as a lily rising pure and fair,
Above the soiling touch of mud and slime;
As she looked up in all her saintly grace
With heaven's light upon her lovely face.