Like an angel's is the face,
In its meek and pensive grace,
Of the old knight's lovely daughter,
The gentle Alice Lee.
Not an hour of calm and quiet
Hath his old age found,
There are foes and strangers haunting
His ancestral ground.
Of his ancient halls and woodlands
Is the old man reft,
But they have not quite bereaved him,
For his child is left.
Others evil fortunes move,
Deeper, dearer, is the love
Of the old knight's lovely daughter,
The gentle Alice Lee.
’T is her voice that now is raising
Words of praise and prayer,
Heaven will consecrate the worship
Of this hour of care.
Earthly care and earthly sorrow
Only purify;
Such a heart as that uplifting
Its best hopes on high.
Heaven will bless the faithful maid,
Heaven will bless the duty paid
By the old knight's lovely daughter,
The gentle Alice Lee.L. E. L.
