And thought the too aspiring earth
Had robbed the jewelled skies,
Of one bright angel, even her:
She made my very being stir.

I ne'er saw sweet Frankie's mother,
What I had glowed to see,
Yet think no mortal earth's another,
Bore child so fair as she.
I ween that mother was a queen
In royal qualities,
And in her lofty eyes and mien,
Lurked lovely majesties.
I ne'er saw sweet Frankie's mother,
What I had glowed to see;
But cannot, long-lost mother! smother
The love that swells for thee.

When Frankie came into this world,
In lovely Elfindale,
The winds were lulled, and waves lay curled,
Beneath the moonlight pale:
The cold stars twinkled far above,
And danced, with their bright eyes of love;
The gleaming waters did rejoice,
And breathed a soft, enamored voice;
The sleeping zephyr on his flowers,
Awaked to bless the gliding hours
Which gave this tiny being, birth,
A bliss, a Blessing to the earth.