That she is the ultimate...

That she is the ultimate...
She is the iron strong gate of the moat,
She is the bright, sun- craving lotus
In the pond, a sacred lily in the altar,
She is the bright star in the
Pram , prayer book in the
Sanctum sanctorum,
She is at the peak of the ladder
Viewing the motley crowd,
That she is undaunted, unyielding
That she is the ultimate of her times.