English poem
To
by Jean Blewett
Lillian Massey Treble
A woman with a heart of gold I heard her called before I knew How noble was that heart and true, How full of tenderness untold.
Her sympathies both broad and sure, Her one desire to do the right-- Clear visioned from the inner light God gives to souls unworldly, pure.
A heart of gold that loves and gives, God's almoner from day to day, Of her there is but this to say: The world is better that she lives.