'Twas much he asked—a virgin heart
Unknown to worldly ways.
What could he give? Ah, well he knew
He lacked sweet virtue's praise.
The virgin heart was given to him
Without a doubting thought,
When, lo! through seeming sacrifice
A miracle was wrought;
A miracle of love and grace,
Revealing woman's power;
For, clothed in purity, he rose
To meet the coming hour.