Her Story, Sure, Was Fashioned Out Above, Ere 'T Was Enacted On The Scene Below! For 'T Was A Very Miracle Of Love When From The Savage Hawk'S Nest Came The Dove With Wings Of Peace To Stay The Ordered Blow - The Hawk'S Plumes Bloody, But The Dove'S As Snow! And Here My Heart Oppressed By Pleasant Tears Yields To A Young Girl'S Half Angelic Spell - Yes, For That Maiden Like A Saint Appears; She Needs No Fresco, Stone, Nor Shrine To Tell Her Story To The People Of This Land - Saint Of The Wilderness, Enthroned Amid The Wooded Minster Where The Pagan Hid!