The tendrils of dependence and his little children’s love;
And she showed him what a home was in her gathered treasure trove.
All the time her eyes were smiling with the smile the seer wears,
For the freedom that she wanted was the freedom of his heirs.
Still her heart grew great and greater, and her eyes she would not blind
To the suffering of the victims, to the needs of all mankind.
And she knew her safety futile and her children’s stronghold weak,
Till the least, last one is sheltered, and there’s none astray to seek.
So she looked far down the ages to the good that all man shares,
For the freedom that she wanted was a broader one than theirs.