Spirit of warmth and light! Spirit of grace and good! Queen of our land by deepest right, Her regal womanhood! Rich is the after-world, Poor is the earth to-day, Yet, with her memory impearled, A wealthier world for aye; Happy because we knew The quaintness of her smile, Through her white life, so dauntless true, Freer ourselves from guile. Eager we write her name Upon the temple dome, -- None have more nobly garnered fame, -- High priestess of the home! Gazing from happy skies Back to these earth-bound tents, We know what tribute she will prize Above all monuments; Beside her bier we stand And reverently bow, "To God and home and every land" New-consecrated now! |