Her scarf, lightly on her hair
Her gown, flowing down the chair
As her hearth set forth in gratitude
With smiles on her lips
A calm and serene face
She bowed down her head
She folded her hands
She sat erect, and she closed her eyes
Then came the words with much whisper
The grace before her supper
All were astonished and gazed with wonder
And so, whispered to another
Never had we seen one such as her
Who said the grace with such gesture
With such grace, and such posture
Here, she is of another nature
Even the mouse behind the table
And the horse tied in the stable
Felt the spiritual effect, from the table
Of the grace, of her humble soul.
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