Moments the mightiest pass calendared, 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.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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