Hail, Mary, honored of the race...

Hail, Mary, honored of the race . . . . . . . . . . Light of the Home, its fount of grace, Is woman—sister, wife, and mother— Circling a towered and a heavenly place.

She sorrowed oft for Love's dear sake, She did the alabaster break; Like Him she knows of pain and anguish, And doth for life of death's cup partake.

Hope of the race! since from Home's throne (Sweet Love's own gift, and His alone,) She giveth laws to coming ages— Builder from cope to foundation stone!