The Angel Of The Tenements - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
THE ANGEL OF THE TENEMENTS Copyright, 1896, by Henry Widmer Mario Pub. Co. Words and music by Charles Harvey. 
I know a maid whose presence fills each home with peace and rest, And she Is called Angelica by those who know her best; An aureole of golden hair frames in her lovely face, Like some saint's halo when she goes in high or lowly place; And down among the tenements, a sister of the poor, Where you may see her daily, she is call'd the "Angel" pure. 
Chorus. They all say: "Sweet Angelica, she is an angel fair, in the tenements she is a jewel rare; She comforts the sick with her sympathy, her charity lightens all care, Sweet Angelica, she is an angel fair." 
I've teen her in the hall-room gay, where gallants seek her hand, She wins all hears by her bright smile: that smile's a sweet command. And I have seen that self-same smile hid some poor soul take heart, As from her wealth with lavish hand she gave a gen'rous part. A social queen in satin robes, resplendent does she shine. But in her simple dress of gray she seems almost divine. - Chorus. 
The children of the tenements watch for her day by day, For often she will make them glad by joining in their play; And in her tender arms she'll rock some weary babe to sleep, Or at the bedside of the sick a midnight vigil keep; Her life among the suff'ring ones is full of sacrifice. And her angelic presence makes each home a paradise - Chorus.