TO DORA DORIAN

Child of two strong nations, heir

Born of high-souled hope that smiled,

Seeing for each brought forth a fair

Child,

By thy gracious brows, and wild

Golden-clouded heaven of hair,

By thine eyes elate and mild,

Hope would fain take heart to swear

Men should yet be reconciled,

Seeing the sign she bids thee bear,

Child.