Her eyes' blue heavens were serene with soul,

And goodness sunned her face from light within.

Her hands were soft with kindness. On her brow

Shone hope, more lovely than a ruby star.

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As in the ancient days sat Mordecai

At the king's gate, and waited for the hour,

When, clothed with pomp, he too should take his seat

Among the mighty nobles of the land,

So at the gateway of her palace heart,

Love tarried, that he too might enter in,

And rule the kingdom of another life.

Not long the waiting; for when Stanley Thane

Came from his northern home with Dalton Earl,

And on the terrace steps met Coralline,

Love took the sceptre that his waiting won.

Well worthy to be loved was Stanley Thane.

He could not claim a titled ancestor,

Nor boast of any blood but Puritan.

His father was successful on exchange,

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