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Strange are the ways that her feet have trod / Since first she was set in the path of duty, / Finished and fair by the hand of God, / To carry her message of love and beauty. / Delicate creature of light and shade, / She gleamed like an opal, on wide worlds under: / And earth looked up to her half afraid, / While heaven looked down at her, full of wonder.
Flame of the comet and mist of the moon, / And ray of the sun all mingled in her. / And the heart of her asked but a single boon- / That love should seek her, and find her, and win her. / She grasped the scope of the First Intent / That made her kingdom _for her_, no other, / And joyfully into her place she went- / The primal mate, and the primal mother.