V.R. 1819-1901 (A Reverie.)

Moments the mightiest pass calendared,
  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.

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