The shadows lay along Broadway,
  'Twas near the twilight tide,
And slowly there a lady fair
  Was walking in her pride —
Alone walked she, yet viewlessly
  Walked spirits at her side.

Peace charmed the street beneath her feet,
  And honour charmed the air,
And all astir looked kind on her
  And called her good as fair —
For all God ever gave to her
  She kept with chary care.

She kept with care her beauties rare
  From lovers warm and true,
For her heart was cold to all but gold,
  And the rich came not to woo.
Ah, honoured well are charms to sell
  When priests the selling do  !

Now, walking there was one more fair —
  A slight girl, lily-pale,
And she had unseen company
  To make the spirit quail —
'Twixt want and scorn she walked forlorn,
  And nothing could avail.

"No mercy now can clear her brow
  For this world's peace to pray —
For, as love's wild prayer dissolved in air,
  Her woman's heart gave way;
And the sin forgiven by Christ in heaven,
  By man is cursed alway.