She Who Is Our Destiny

What force, what flame was resident in Her

That royalty and commoner did bow

In humble reverence the soul to stir

From dreamless sleep in body's candle-glow,

To slough the coil of torpor and arise

In joyous deep obeisance and to kneel

Before those stainless feet, those burning eyes

That held a love all human clay could feel.

What giving of ourselves could we deny

To Her the Gift beyond our worth and due,

The sanctioned Grace responsive to our cry

Whom we in all our mortal frailty knew

As Mother who from occult worlds above

Has wrapped this whirling globe in seas of love.