For Me

I heard her song,
  Low in the night,
From out her casement steal away,
  Nor thought it wrong
  To steal a sight
Of her—and lo! she knelt to pray.

  I heard her say,
  “Forgive him, Lord;
Such as he seems he cannot be.”
  I turned away,
  Myself abhorred.
She prayed—and oh! she prayed for me.