A DAUGHTER OF THE STATES.

She has the eyes of some barbarian Queen

Leading her wild tribes into battle; eyes,

Wherein th’ unconquerable soul defies,

And Love sits throned, imperious and serene.

And I have thought that Liberty, alone

Among the mountain stars, might look like her,

Kneeling to GOD, her only emperor,

Kindling her torch on FREEDOM'S altar-stone.

For in her self, regal with riches of

Beauty and youth, again those Queens seem born —

BOADICEA, meeting scorn with scorn,

And ERMENGARDE, returning love for love.