Thou hast a deeper claim to thy renown,
And a diviner music in thy heart;
Simplicity and Goodness walk with thee,
Beneath the wings of watchful Seraphim;
And Love is wed to whitest Chastity,
And Pity sings its hymn.
Nor is thy goodness passive in its end,
But ever-active as the sun and rain—
Unselfish, lavish of its golden gain—
Not Want alone, but a whole nation’s—Friend!