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 Not by ignoble ease, but noble deeds, Thou dost reveal the spirit all divine That in thee lives and makes thee like to God And brother of the angels, who, as winds And flames of fire, are swift to work his will; For thee, as them, to serve is to be blest.

Home hath its tasks. Each day demands anew The thoughtful purpose and the skilful hand. Thou, Mary, now crowned queen of this fair realm, Must wield thy sceptre and with gentle grace, Grace that to thee is power, shouldst wield it well. 'Tis thine this Home to fashion as thou wilt; To give it thine own impress, till it seems Pervaded by thy spirit—full of thee! 'Tis thine to guard its order, beauty, health; To keep it ever free from passion's jar And discord's grating tones, nor e'er permit The clamors of the rude and noisy world Its quiet to invade. Here thou hast power, By thine own magic arts, o'er all to shed