Classic Poem

amore in pauperes et voluntaria paupertate insigni

Saint Margaret , the winds of yore
Oppressed the barque that carried thee;
And drove a treasure from the sea
On Scotland's wild and barren shore.

The providence of God is strong
To rule the tempest and the tide;
It gave the king a gracious bride,
And thee a folk to dwell among.

The beggar Babe of Bethlehem
Had not a thing to call His own;
He set a pearl in Malcolm's crown,
On Scotland's brow a diadem.

Of virtue who could undertake
To tell Thy sweet unending store,
And all thy love for Scotland's poor,
And poverty for Jesus ' sake.

Beseech the King of endless days
To bless the land in breadth and length;
To clothe its sons with godly strength,
And valiant women with their praise.