She dwells by Great Kenhawa's side, br In valleys green and cool; br And all her hope and all her pride br Are in the village school. br br Her soul, like the transparent air br That robes the hills above, br Though not of earth, encircles there br All things with arms of love. br br And thus she walks among her girls br With praise and mild rebukes; br Subduing e'en rude village churls br By her angelic looks. br br She reads to them at eventide br Of One who came to save; br To cast the captive's chains aside br And liberate the slave. br br And oft the blessed time foretells br When all men shall be free; br And musical, as silver bells, br Their falling chains shall be. br br And following her beloved Lord, br In decent poverty, br She makes her life one sweet record br And deed of charity. br br For she was rich, and gave up all br To break the iron bands br Of those who waited in her hall, br And labored in her lands. br br Long since beyond the Southern Sea br Their outbound sails have sped, br While she, in meek humility, br Now earns her daily bread. br br It is their prayers, which never cease, br That clothe her with such grace; br Their blessing is the light of peace br That shines upon her face.