Moments The Mightiest Pass Uncalendared, And When The Absolute In Backward Time Outgave The Deedful Word Whereby All Life Is Stirred: "Let One Be Born And Throned Whose Mould Shall Constitute The Norm Of Every Royal-Reckoned Attribute," No Mortal Knew Or Heard. But In Due Days The Purposed Life Outshone - Serene, Sagacious, Free; - Her Waxing Seasons Bloomed With Deeds Well Done, And The World'S Heart Was Won . . . Yet May The Deed Of Hers Most Bright In Eyes To Be Lie Hid From Ours - As In The All-One'S Thought Lay She - Till Ripening Years Have Run. Sunday Night, 27Th January 1901.