Song: “She is a maid of artless grace” lyrics
 by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
		
		She is a maid of artless grace,
Gentle in form, and fair of face,
Tell me, thou ancient mariner,
          That sailest on the sea,
If ship, or sail or evening star
          Be half so fair as she!
Tell me, thou gallant cavalier,
          Whose shining arms I see,
If steel, or sword, or battle-field
          Be half so fair as she!
Tell me, thou swain, that guard'st thy flock
          Beneath the shadowy tree,
If flock, or vale, or mountain-ridge
          Be half so fair as she!