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 She is queen by right of her splendid might and the love her children yield.

And on through the unrun ages, through stormy and sunlit days,

Still shall the crescent pages of history sing her praise,

As by ways of strife and burden to the goal of strife's surcease

She pursues the priceless guerdon, the dawn of a deathless peace—

The wise and wonderful mother of states and states to be,

Guarded and well defended of the sons who made her free,

Of the sons who learned to love her, and of loving her learned to die

For the flag of the White Republic, the gift of the Lord Most High!

, 1897.