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And by its own pure effluence maketh pure.
Thou, Edith, art e'en as the warm south wind,
That, from the lips of Spring breathed o'er the fields,
Whate'er is loveliest waketh into life
With silent Power, till all are robed in bloom.
While Home thou blessest, thou thyself art blest.

  Goodness, to beauty joined, is like the flame
That from the light-house on some towering cliff
O'er the wild waters throws its beams afar
At nightfall, welcome to the wanderer's eye.
Its glory streams abroad, nor can be hid;
But many an eye beholds it and admires.
Ah! maiden, thou that in thy freshness wear'st
With modesty and gentleness and grace
The charms that nature gave and goodness lends,
With power these charms invest thee—power perchance
Beyond thy utmost thought—to scatter wide
Influence that light and guidance both shall be
To many a heart sincere, that so inspired