When has such beauty come down from on high
Or been a match for natures finest things?
This one could live aloft on painted skies
And there compare with those that God gave wings.
All other beauty fades within my sight
When I behold this vision I adore.
If I could spend a day or just one night,
I would give all I ever earned and more,
To raptly sit and gaze upon her grace.
Yes, in this task I would be quite content.
There at her feet I'd firmly claim my place.
For baser needs I never would relent,
From singing praises of this lovely one,
Who's beauty shines more brightly than the sun.