Behold that daughter of the world: she is full of gaiety and gladness; The diadem of rank is on her brow, uncounted wealth is in her coffers: She tricketh out her beauty like Jezebel, and is welcome in the courts of kings: She is queen of the fools of fashion, and ruleth the revels of luxury: And though she sitteth not as Tamar, nor standeth in the ways as Rahab, Yet in the secret of her chamber, she shrinketh not from dalliance and guilt. She careth not if there be a God, or a soul, or a time of retribution; Pleasure is the idol of her heart: she thirsteth for no purer heaven. And she laugheth with light good humour, and all men praise her gentleness; They are glad in her lovely smile, and the river of her bounty filleth them. So she prospered in the world: the worship and desire of thousands; And she died even as she had lived, careless and courteous and liberal. The grave swallowed up her pomp, the marble proclaimed her virtues, For men esteemed her excellent, and charities soundeth forth her praise: But elsewhere far other judgment setteth her--with infidels and harlots! She abused the trust of her splendour: and the wages of her sin shall be hereafter. Look again on this fair girl, the orphan of a village pastor Who is dead, and hath left her his all,--his blessing, and a name unstained. And friends, with busy zeal, that their purses be not taxed, Place the sad mourner in a home, poor substitute for that she hath lost. A stranger among strange faces she drinketh the wormwood of dependence; She is marked as a child of want: and the world hateth poverty. Prayer is not heard in that house; the day she hath loved to hallow Is noted but by deeper dissipation, the riot of luxury and gaming: And wantonness is in her master's eye, and she hath nowhere to flee to; She is cared for by none upon earth, and her God seemeth to forsake her. Then cometh, in fair show, the promise and the feint of affection, And her heart, long unused to kindness, remembereth her father, and loveth. And the villain hath wronged her trust, and mocked, and flung her from him, And men point at her and laugh; and women hate her as an outcast: But elsewhere, far other judgment seateth her--among the martyrs! And the Lord, who seemed to forsake, giveth double glory to the fallen.