A single thread of tender grace,
In quiet deeds, her soul's embrace,
No gilded crown, no grand display,
Yet in her heart, the light of day.
The world may turn, its clamor loud,
But she, a star within the cloud,
Her strength in kindness softly lies,
A beacon 'neath the common skies.
One good woman, pure and true,
She is the dawn, the morning dew.
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