Show The maiden prayed make me Endow me with such fairness that the world Shall see and own me grant me power Great as Egypt's that all Shall call me beautiful beyond The woman give me power of A voice to thrill and hold the hearts of And make them subjects slaves of each For fires that rage within I'd find a vent In song grant the power of And God seemed not to but gave her To To maid and sorrows fell That filled each day and night with until Of all was left her but a woman's That yet had learned its lesson then came A beauty in her face So great her power she feared its wrong And prayed each day for light and And music stole into her voice deep notes That men's lives and stirred weak souls to And her power was great beyond Thus God inscrutable doth answer |