The path of plain folk, of simplicity,
We tread, God-fearing, with humility-
Outmoded garb, we guard our liberty,
In mind and body—pure nobility.

Thus spake the prophets, of proud dynasties:
Where are ye—Majesties? and Highnesses?

So, mother, daughter—two lone wanderers.
The churlish mob surge, chiding, on at us.
Maybe—some breath will yet remain of us,
And maybe—God look back again on us...

His will be done, the Lord of Righteousness:
We are no Majesties, no Highnesses.

Let us, God-fearing, with humility,
In mind and body—pure nobility,
Turn homeward, daughter—tread submissively
The path of plain folk, of simplicity:

Back to the land of Dreams and Loneliness—
Where we — are Majesties, and Highnesses.

(Copied from memory and I think it was autumn 1919)