We Bow to Thee, O Queen

Although the world in its chaotic haste

Thy precious gifts reject and would abuse,

Hurrying to destroy and to lay waste

Brother, kin, the Power to misuse,

Acknowledging our human frailty

Eternity within our bodies lies.

Towards the absolute necessity

The psychic cognizant of deeper ties

Begins to stir and consciousness to leap

Hearing the timeless call of the Divine,

And waking from its mesmerizing sleep

Catches here a glimpse and there a sign.

Though few now sing to Thee as a pilgrim choir

Music that is a flowering of soul,

Or weave Thee garlands of song, hearts still aspire,

And harps of human gratitude extol

The grace of God that Thou hast planted here,

The seeds of light from the heavens' seen

Emerging in earth's turbid atmosphere.

We, anointed, bow to Thee O Queen.