TO MARY

New Zealand Tablet, 23 August 1917, Page 13

TO MARY

Thou art the Lady of ray Dreams, the Queen Of my heart’s pleasure; Thou art the Empress of my thoughts, God’s Own Most cherished treasure. Thine are the eyes that softly shine upon My pathway ever; Thine is the voice that softly calls—so soft Upbraiding never Thine are the hands so purely white, forth stretched In ev’ry danger; Thine is the heart that fondly yearn’d o’er me. The doubting stranger. Thine is the form I long to seeto hear Thy voice celestial; Bidding me -comeforget all care—all fear— All things terrestial. Thou art the star-flow’r of ray heart—my rose Of dazzling whiteness; Thou art the lily-gem that shines so pure With undimmed brightness. Thou art the strange magnetic flow’r that lights The skyland prairie Sending thy steadfast rays on earth to guide Us, Princess Mary. I am thy knightthy knight am I, to serve And ever love thee ; I am thy knight, I this have sworn by Him Who rules above me. —Angela Hastings.