At the threshold of heaven's gate,
Adorn shall the Angels on thee set
A tiara of sapphire, necklace, and staff of ruby and gold
The glimpse the stars have long ago foretold
And a dream it is, the Savannah will smile
At thy wake and thy works and faith unfold
Wake, work and for faith, the princess will be crowned with prudence and gold
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