Moments the mightiest pass uncalendared,

      And when the Absolute

   In backward Time outgave the deedful word

      Whereby all life is stirred:

“Let one be born and throned whose mould shall constitute

The norm of every royal-reckoned attribute,”

      No mortal knew or heard.

   But in due days the purposed Life outshone—

      Serene, sagacious, free;

   —Her waxing seasons bloomed with deeds well done,

      And the world’s heart was won . . .

Yet may the deed of hers most bright in eyes to be

Lie hid from ours—as in the All-One’s thought lay she—

      Till ripening years have run.

Sunday Night,

         27th January 1901.