A Poem by W. M. MacKeracher

A woman on an empire’s throne
Has sat in queenly pride,
And swayed the sceptre of her power
O’er land and ocean wide:
A crown of gold adorned the head
That held a nation’s fate,
And courtly knights and princely peers
Did on her bidding wait.

A woman too in ancient days
Has borne the warrior’s brand,
And by heroic deed performed
Has saved her native land.
She too has sung inspiring songs,
And told entrancing tales;
Has softened and has swayed the mind
Where bolder genius fails.

But nobler far than thron’d queen,
Or heroine of fame,
Or she who by her potent pen
Has won illustrious name,
Is she who seeks the needy out,
Nor scorns the wretched’s door,
But, with compassion Christlike, loves
To help the humble poor.