My Queen.

New Zealand Illustrated Magazine, Volume VII, Issue 3, 1 December 1902, Page 239

My Queen.

All fair is she though not with Helen's charms, But with a fairness that reveals the soul within — A soul of perfect purity and truest worth, Instinct with gifts divine, of God Himself a part. To know her truly brings a joy divine, a joy That he alone can feel, whose soul, with hers, Can soar to those empyrean heights of love Where whitest purity alone may dwell. From her high tower of truth she looks on man Who strives below in ignorance and sin, And tender pity feels that he is frail, And chides him not, but strives by word and act To show the way to those pure heights of joy, Where, like the mountain breeze, fresh, clear, and strong, High thoughts of God and truth sweep through the mind, And loose the soul from bonds of self and sin. F. N.