Thy clear-eyed maids, thy mothers pure—
Pledge of thy greatness sweetly to endure!
By these I bless thee in thy day of joy,
Thy wide-thrown halls, thy hospitable board,
Thy heart of anxious service, and the rays
Of kindliness within thy bosom stored.
No evil shall thy graciousness destroy,
And so I bid thee with increasing days
No whit thy fair ambitions to abate;
Fulfill thy destiny of good and great.