She was like a star, set in the firmament of heaven.

Our eyes, our hearts turned towards her, but she was never as one of us.
Still less was she as other women are, fashioned for soft flatteries, ready to be wooed and won.

Ah, no! With the Maid it was far otherwise.

Truly do I think that of herself she had no thought, save as she was the instrument appointed of her Lord to do the appointed work.

To that task her whole soul was bent.