Perhaps She hath made a Rachel in you,

Perhaps,
SHE hath made
A Rachel in you,
For me sees how
Gold like curls
Dancing down flows on your silver,
Perhaps,
It was your path
To flow thus
as Holy Water pass
From generation to generation,
As if that had been Your truest motion,

Perhaps
She hath thought of Rachel true,
For me sees water in your happy views,

And
In thankfulness soaring,
In inexpressible joy outpouring,

me bows,
me bows,

For
She hath made
A Rachel in  you...

(Note: Rachel is a mythical figure, )