  1. Though pure the drifting snows of northern realms, Dazzling the Aurora of the polar girth, More stainless still thy fair and childish brow, More bright the aureole that surrounds thy birth. 2. Ofttimes a nation bends its tender gaze To watch the blooming of a royal flower; Child of heroic blood, genius thy heritage! The loving interest of a world thy dower! M. A. B. |
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