To Mother Huberta. Poem by Alfred Castner King

Mother, our greetings be to thee,
On the glad anniversary
Of this, thy festive day;
Thy daughters, daughters not of earth,
But bound by cords of Heavenly birth,
Their love and greetings pay.

We thank thee, Mother, for thy care,
Thy watchfulness, and fervent prayer;
And if 'tis Heaven's will,
May many a returning year
And namesday find our Mother here,
Constant and watchful still.

Blest be that autumn brown and sere!
Bless-ed the day and blest the year,
Of his nativity!
Blest be the hospitals, which rise,
Resultant of thy enterprise,
Thy zeal and fervency.

Blest be that hunter saint of thine!
Bless-ed the deer, and blest the sign
Between its antlers broad!
To us, thy daughters, is it given
To bless thee, in the name of Heaven,
And blessing thee, bless God.