Full text: The story of Columbus and the World's Columbian Exposition

With all the worn-out pageantry 
Of purple robes and heavy mace and crown; 
Smiling she casts them down. 
Unfit her sweet austerity 
Of hair unbound and strong limbs bare and brown. 
Yet they who dare to arise 
And meet her stainless eyes 
Forget old loves, though crowned queens these be, 
And whither her winged feet fare 
They follow, though death be there. 
So sweet, so fleet, so goddess-pure is she, 
Her voice is like deep rivers that do flow 
Through forests bending low; 
Her step is softest moonlight, that doth force 
The ocean to its course; 
Sweet is her smile, for something in man’s face, 
World-worn, time-weary, furrowed deep with tears, 
Thrills her chaste heart with a more tender grace. 
Softly she smooths the wrinkles from the brow 
Wrought by the baleful years: : 
Smiles sunshine on the hoarhead, whispers low 
New changes from the awakened will of truth— 
Words all of fire, that thrill his soul with youth. 
Not with his brother is man’s battle here. 
The challenge of the earth, that Adam heard, 
Her love austere breathes in his eager ear. 
And lo! the knight who warred at love’s command, 
And scarred the face of Europe, sheathes his sword. 
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