Classic Poem

And now as fair a task, for I would sing
Of one whose purpose does not falter; one
Whose name with his shall down the centuries ring,
And grow more bright with each recurring sun.
Ah! dearer far than star a queen can dower,
And dearer than the people's loud acclaim,
A noble woman's welcome, and the power
Her touch can give, whose life is void of blame.

We build men statutes; did but Justice speak,
She'd say: Do likewise for those gentler lives,
Who hid away from public gaze, but seek
The selfless guerdon won by faithful wives —
To do all love can do, all patience can,
And be the day-star of the work-worn, weary man.