SOPRANO OBLIGATO.
For they theRoyal-hearted WomenareWho nobly love the noblest, yet have graceFor needy, suffering lives in lowliest place;Carrying a choicer sunlight in their smile,The heavenliest ray that pitieth the vile.Though I were happy, throned beside the king,I should be tender to each little thingWith hurt warm breast, that had no speech to tellIts inward pangs; and I would soothe it wellWith tender touch and with a low, soft moanFor company.—George Eliot.
For they theRoyal-hearted WomenareWho nobly love the noblest, yet have graceFor needy, suffering lives in lowliest place;Carrying a choicer sunlight in their smile,The heavenliest ray that pitieth the vile.Though I were happy, throned beside the king,I should be tender to each little thingWith hurt warm breast, that had no speech to tellIts inward pangs; and I would soothe it wellWith tender touch and with a low, soft moanFor company.—George Eliot.
For they theRoyal-hearted WomenareWho nobly love the noblest, yet have graceFor needy, suffering lives in lowliest place;Carrying a choicer sunlight in their smile,The heavenliest ray that pitieth the vile.
For they theRoyal-hearted Womenare
Who nobly love the noblest, yet have grace
For needy, suffering lives in lowliest place;
Carrying a choicer sunlight in their smile,
The heavenliest ray that pitieth the vile.
Though I were happy, throned beside the king,I should be tender to each little thingWith hurt warm breast, that had no speech to tellIts inward pangs; and I would soothe it wellWith tender touch and with a low, soft moanFor company.
Though I were happy, throned beside the king,
I should be tender to each little thing
With hurt warm breast, that had no speech to tell
Its inward pangs; and I would soothe it well
With tender touch and with a low, soft moan
For company.
—George Eliot.
—George Eliot.