BETTER THAN DIAMONDS.
So a solemn lull with the twilight fell, And the psalm in the sea-moan ended,
As the purple hush of the silent night On the scattered throng descended.
��BETTER THAN DIAMONDS.
YES, I was the belle of the ball, mamma Yes, I was the belle of the hall. All the men bowed down at my feet, mamrna,
And the women they envied all. But out in the wonderful solemn night,
As I came from the revel gay, How I felt rebuked by the holy stars And the gleam of the morning gray !
Oh what do the beautiful risen souls,
And what do the angel-bands, think Of the empty life of the butterfly
As it flits on the torrent s brink? I am sick at heart of it all, mamma,
Tho I was the belle of the ball, For between the bars of the gayest waltz
There re-echoed, "And is this all?"
Ah ! nobody saw how an angel stooped Lower down with his drooping wings ;
Human ears heard not the soft seraph speech As it whispered of heavenly things