Hail, Mary, honored of the race...

Hail, Mary, honored of the race!

Light of the Home, its fount of grace,

Is woman — sister, wife, and mother —

Circling a towered and a heavenly place.

She sorrowed oft for Love's dear sake,

She did the alabaster break;

Like Him she knows of pain and anguish,

And doth for life of death's cup partake.

Hope of the race! since from Home's throne

( Sweet Love's own gift, and His alone,)

She giveth laws to coming ages —

Builder from cope to foundation stone!