In her shining kerchief and shimmering cloak
The very old woman peers at her Bible
Trying to see if God has remembered
To mention her. How handsome
He was before the world was made!
How softly He'd sing under her window;
She can recall every word. Ask her;
She'll sing a few lines, beating out time
With her puffed and swollen-fingered hand.
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