When Be it done was said, awhile to rest
Within her quiet home were it not best?
She her aged kinswoman a kindness owes;
Nor daunted by the desolate mountain-crest,
To sanctify the unborn infant goes:
Better to love and serve than holiest repose.
III.
Luke ii. 16.
Long ago full of grace, what is she now?
Her time has come, her God upon her knee—