TO MISS ELIZABETH P. PEABODY. Thou priestess of pure childhood's heart, Wherein God's spirit lies, Thou willing priestess of the art Of true self-sacrifice, Ere thy rare spirit takes its flight To realms beyond our praise, Where childhood's pure eternal light Shines through the blessed days, We thank thee for thy legacy Of thought wrought out in deed, Becomes man's potent need. ****** Our nation must thy secret share, Ere it can fully rise To heights of truth and insight where True wisdom's glory lies. |