And there, with Wisdom still, and Knowledge clear,
Sweet counsel shalt thou take, and without fear,
For Love will give thee law, and Love shall be
Thy chancellor and rule equality.
No sceptre shall thy white right hand e’er hold
But sacred Freedom, brighter than the gold
Of kingships, and blessing by the power
That crowns life’s magic staff with bud and flower:
Nor be thy sister hand forgotten sole,
The while her slender fingers do control