With joyful pride her heart is high: br Her humble house doth hold br The man her nation's prophecy br Long ages hath foretold! br br Poor, is he? Yes, and lowly born: br Her woman-soul is proud br To know and hail the coming morn br Before the eyeless crowd. br br At her poor table will he eat? br He shall be served there br With honour and devotion meet br For any king that were! br br 'Tis all she can; she does her part, br Profuse in sacrifice; br Nor dreams that in her unknown heart br A better offering lies. br br But many crosses she must bear; br Her plans are turned and bent; br Do what she can, things will not wear br The form of her intent.