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            But, lo! a prize possessing more
               Of worth than gems with honor rife—
            A herald of salvation bore
               To her the words of endless life.

            That gift, however fools deride,
               Is worthy of her royal care;
            She'd better lay her crown aside
               Than spurn the light reflected there.

            O would she now her influence bend—
               The influence of royalty,
            Messiah's Kingdom to extend,
               And Zion's "nursing mother" be:

            Thus, with the glory of her name
               Inscribed on Zion's lofty spire,
            She'd win a wreath of endless fame.
               To last when other wreaths expire.

            Though over millions called to reign—
               Herself a powerful nation's boast,
            'Twould be her everlasting gain
               To serve the King, the Lord of Hosts.

            For there are crowns and thrones on high,
               And kingdoms there to be conferred—
            There honors wait that never die—
               There fame's immortal trump is heard.

            Truth echoes—'tis Jehovah's word;
               Let kings and queens and princes hear:
            In distant isles the sound is heard:
               Ye heavens, rejoice! O earth, give ear!

            The time—the time, is near at hand
               To give a glorious period birth:
            The Son of God will take command,
               And rule the nations of the earth.