In such hushed awe the sisters knelt and heard.

And through that silence Angela told her life:

Her sin, her flight; the sorrow and the strife,

And the return; and then clear, low and calm,

"Praise God for me, my sisters;" and the psalm

Rang up to heaven, far and clear and wide,

Again and yet again, then sank and died;

While her white face had such a smile of peace,