Hail Marys many through the long, long past,
From proudest princess down to poor outcast.
A myriad of them I’ve heard and seen,
Some strong, some weak and few of sober mien;
How varied they, and fervent hopes how vast!
At length the Mary comes, delighting me best;
Her head’s safe-guarded by the purest heart,
Enriching childhood’s state with princely zest;
To work devoted, and would ever display
Rule over Mammon for the noblest art—