My heart bent low before the omnipotence of Spirit, and a tint of humility soft as the heart of a moonbeam mantled the earth.

Bethlehem and Bethany, Gethsemane and Calvary, spoke to my chastened sense as by the tearful lips of a babe." Page 48.
The heart of a moonbeam is a pretty enough Friendship's-Album expression--let it pass, though I do think the figure a little strained; but humility has no tint, humility has no complexion, and if it had it could not mantle the earth.

A moonbeam might--I do not know--but she did not say it was the moonbeam.

But let it go, I cannot decide it, she mixes me up so.

A babe hasn't "tearful lips," it's its eyes.