Moments the mightiest pass uncalendared...

Moments the mightiest pass uncalendared,

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.