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Rh With names of noisier note and honours blends. Who knows who’s honoured thee? Who’s made thee strong?
 * Who’s lifted up thy head and made thee great?

What prayer or speech or unremembered song Has helped the current of thy life’s new date. Here influences have wrought, untold, unknown, The holy breath of thought, that never grew Into a verbal framing; the dear love Which but the heart that held it ever knew; The hope which brings true rest, the peace that’s wove Into domestic manners pure and free, Blessing the inner spirit; far above, In its unnoted strength, the ecstasy Of joys of grander import, its soft tone Working in ways of good continually, Soothing the sighs of grief, and pain’s shrill groan, And healing the vexed heart of poverty.
 * These, and a thousand more of gentler force,

Sweet influences in thine own heart upgrown, Powers all ignored by fame, their silent course Keeping unseen around life’s common day, Into thy deeper soul a charm have thrown, Keeping it even in the grander way Of Public Progress and of Modern Life.
 * So hast thou grown illumined by the ray–

Deep in thy bosom still, through all thy strife– The ray of heavenly wisdom, whose soft sway Has changed thy destinies, thy spirit rife With old barbaric hate, and wrought in thee The life and purpose of a city free. Henceforth thy path is onward. Victory