Let me tell you a story about my friend.
This was the time when my friend lived on the Valley Isle
Who could enrich his terrible poverty of loneliness?
How could he fill the hours that were idle?
Then one day providence shined upon him
Into their very home he was welcomed
Thereupon on his lips broke a thanksgiving hymn
That family: their looks, living art
They were doubly blessed
They had true beauty. Their beauty was their heart.