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With all it's bravery on; in times,When, all alive with merry chimes,Upon a sun-bright morn of May,It rouz'd the Vale to Holiday.
I praise thee, Matron! and thy dueIs praise; heroic praise, and true!With admiration I beholdThy gladness unsubdued and bold:Thy looks, thy gestures, all presentThe picture of a life well-spent:This do I see; and something more;A strength unthought of heretofore!Delighted am I for thy sake;And yet a higher joy partake.Our Human-nature throws awayIt's second Twilight, and looks gay:A Land of promise and of prideUnfolding, wide as life is wide.
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