What hath God given as its dower?
In what doth it resemble me?
Tiny, it hath persistent power—
It heedeth storm nor frost, ye see.
If therefore ye have named it thus,
More fitting fond ye will not find:
“But Ernestina makes more fuss,
At wintry frost and chilling wind,
Than hosts on hosts, robust like us!”
Persistence, love, is in the mind.