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Not by ignoble ease, but noble deeds,
Thou dost reveal the spirit all divine
That in thee lives and makes thee like to God
And brother of the angels, who, as winds
And flames of fire, are swift to work his will;
For thee, as them, to serve is to be blest.

  Home hath its tasks. Each day demands anew
The thoughtful purpose and the skilful hand.
Thou, Mary, now crowned queen of this fair realm,
Must wield thy sceptre and with gentle grace,
Grace that to thee is power, shouldst wield it well.
'Tis thine this Home to fashion as thou wilt;
To give it thine own impress, till it seems
Pervaded by thy spirit—full of thee!
'Tis thine to guard its order, beauty, health;
To keep it ever free from passion's jar
And discord's grating tones, nor e'er permit
The clamors of the rude and noisy world
Its quiet to invade. Here thou hast power,
By thine own magic arts, o'er all to shed