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WOMAN'S DESTINY.
Invocation.
Come, Thou Holy Inspiration;Silent as the tread of Time—
Mighty Moulder of Creation,
Mould its mystery in my rhyme:
Lift my soul in adoration
To Almighty God above,
And His wisdom of Probation
Show me by His light of Love.
1. PART I.
LIFE WITH LOVE.
Back—where centuries began:
Back—where Time's unwritten pages
Took their seal from the first man.
In young manhood stood alone,
Left unblessëd while unmated
With a wife to share the throne.
As the earth unsown by flower,
Thought and feeling disunited,
Stood the man in lonely power.
He had dreamed of wedded love,
Lo! she comes, the “help” he needed;
As a light from Life above.
Last and best the Maker wrought;
Made for home, for love, for honor;
Woman, by Jehovah brought;
Name that crowned humanity;
Adam, when the title giving,
Prophesied her destiny.
MAN AND WOMAN
As the star of morn and evenLatest stays and earliest comes,
Thus for man was woman given,
Guide to Heaven, and light of homes.
Earnest effort good to win;
And her nature stands exempted
From the depths of Adam's sin.
On the world and work of man;
Rest and peace in Eden ended,
And Probation's task began.
Wilful sin by man was done;
Life's hard toil, and pain's sharp terror—
Retributions,—each had one:
Souls that for their trespass grieve,
Not a ray to man was given—
Save the Promise made to Eve.
Enmity,” the Lord God said
To the Serpent (Eve was human)
“And her Seed shall bruise thy head.”
On all womankind bestowed,
When the Mother bears upon her
Brow the hope for man through God!
Turned for help to woman's soul,
As the sunbeam meets the dial,
As the needle seeks the pole,
In self-sacrificing love
To his side, and daily bringing
Light and hope from heaven above.
From the wiles of Evil Power,
Till the Word of Christ's Evangel,
“Peace on earth,” had found its hour,
Saved from sins that shroud the race,
From Idolatry's dark terrors,
From Polygamy's disgrace.
Tempting him to rule alone;
Why place woman on his level?
Strength and reason hold the throne.
Woman shamed, and man discrowned;
Lust and force obtained the glory,
Love and duty bore the wound.
On the woman from man's sin,
History tells, and heathen nations
Show what is, and what hath been!
Few ask tidings of the night;
Gathering grapes from swelling cluster,
We forget the far off blight.
Never darkened homes with shame;
Christ had raised the woman's station;
With His followers women came.
THE ANGEL GUIDE
In the Bible's holy charterWomanhood unfolds its phase,
Humanity's undying martyr,
Helping Christ to save the race.
Works from darkness up to day,
So must woman teach the moral
Ever in an upward way.
Like Christiana will she be;
Drawing all she meets to love her,
As a moonbeam on the sea,
Over life's tumultuous tide;
And her name in each life's story
Will be read “The angel guide.”
From Divinity to human—
Love that ever chants God's praises,
Love was given the lot of woman.
Thus in Eden love was crowned;
Marriage now is life's probation,
Home is Heaven's true training ground.
Come the bridal pair arrayed,
Faith, and hope, and love attending,
Now 'tis Eden seen in shade.
To the pair their fate will prove,
If one sin, they both must sorrow—
There 's no other way in love.
THE HOME
Take, O Man! the trust she 's giving:Next to God thy wife should prove
All thy faithfulness—thus living,
Home joys liken heavenly love.
Love and law thy home must bind;
Wife—the lady “bread-divider,”
Using means with thoughtful mind.
Lady means “bread-giver” or “loaf-giver,” and Lord means “maintainer of laws,” and both titles have reference, not to the law which is maintained in the house, nor to the bread which is given to the household; but to law maintained for the multitude, and to bread broken among the multitude. So that a Lord has legal claim to his title only in so far as he is the maintainer of the justice of the Lord of Lords; and a Lady has legal claim to her title only so far as she communicates that help to the poor representatives of her Master, which women once, ministering to Him of their substance, were permitted to extend to that Master Himself; and when she is known, as he Himself once was, in breaking of bread.—
Ruskin's “Sesame and Lilies.”Honor given in God's wise plan,
Woman—kin with the Redeemer,
Woman—glory of the Man.
Cares of life that both must bear;
She from Heaven draws love to brighten
Paths of life that both must share.
Her soft hands his wounds to dress,
Force and faith in love uniting
Make the wine of happiness.
Health of mind and conscience come;
Each low roof may hold a palace
If Peace reign within the home.
Bridegroom, Bride, forget them never!
These keep youth in aged faces,
Cherished here they live forever.
Earth's good angel, charged to keep
Childhood's Eden of probation,
She must pray, and watch, and weep.
THE HOME
Harden not her mind and feelingsBy men's labor, care, and strife;
Nature, in her true revealings,
Gives to Woman inner life.
Not her vote to rule the state,
She must reign through love and pity,
By her goodness make men great.
With the laws by which we live?
Nature's contrasts can ye alter?
To one other's virtues give?
Forge from porphyry your swords,
Raise huge rocks with grape-vine levers,
Telegraph with silken cords;—
Use through beauty, raise the mind;
Silk, and vine, and porphyry preaching
Nature's gifts to womankind.
And the gnarled oak in the wood,
Mast and knees for ships are showing,
Like man's power of strength for good;
Swaying banner waving free,
These the woman's symbols given
Show her soul's supremacy.
Would ye change the household plan?
Mould like man's the woman's stature?
Make the woman as the man?
HEATHEN TESTIMONY
O my sisters! wherefore seekingTo be men in place and power?
Nature, by her symbols speaking
In the sunbeam and the shower,
Ere we feel the storm will cease,
Ere the token-bow of blessing
In its beauty whispers peace.
To the power of woman's soul;
Frame their usages in fitness
With this feminine control.
Next to Isis woman reigned;
By the household song and story
Men their love of wisdom gained.
Woman's nature sought to please;
They, to draw her spirit nearer,
Crowned the Virtues deities.
Wisdom of Egeria, gain;
And the conquering Roman, daunted,
Dared not stop the Vestal train.
Sunk in sloth and dead in sins,
They were Goths who, honoring woman,
Battled brave as Paladins.
Came the Knights of chivalry;
Woman and the Cross defended,
Men whose minds have made Mind free.
THE SHIPWRECK
From this Teuton lineage claiming,Have we lost its noble blood,
Ever at the highest aiming,
Ever brave in doing good?
Strifes where self must be controlled,
Can our free Men take their station
By those valiant Knights of old?
Help! Help! o'er the surging wave;
Night and thunder tempest meeting,
Who the stately ship can save?
Beat the ship as 'twere a rock—
Mountain billows break, and crashing
Down the masts go with a shock!
Glaring o'er the shattered wreck;
Oh! our Country's sons and daughters
Crowded on that sinking deck!
Then a clear, commanding cry—
It might stop an army routed—
“Save the women! We will die.”
Silence on the tumult fell:—
As good soldiers stand unbroken
'Mid the storm of shot and shell;
Firmer as the foe drew nigh;
Hope, all hope that order sundered—
“Save the women! We will die.”
The Central America, running from New York to Aspinwall, left Havana for New York September 8, 1857. She was commanded by Captain William L. Herndon, U. S. N., an officer of tried courage and ability, celebrated for his exploration of the Amazon in 1851–2. A hurricane began blowing on the 10th of September, and on the 11th the Central America sprung a leak. The water poured in and extinguished the fires of the engines; and in spite of the exertions of the crew, the water gained gradually. On the 12th the storm increased, and the ship began to sink. At 4 P. M. the brig Marine, of Boston, hove in sight and lay to at one mile's distance. Captain Herndon gave the order “Save the women and children,” and they were sent off in the three ship's boats. The boats were unable to return. At seven o'clock another sail approached; but the storm, though fast subsiding, forbade assistance, and a few moments after the ship went down. The passengers and crew, all of whom were furnished with life-preservers, floated for some time in the water; but in the darkness they could not be picked up, and most of them, including the gallant captain, perished. A few who could swim were saved.
All the women and children, fifty-seven in number, were saved; and ninety-five men. Four hundred and twenty-seven were lost.
HERNDEN
Save! not queens of song or beauty;Mother, daughter, sister, wife,
Saved by man's protecting duty,
All saved—strong men gave up life.
Women keep your memory;
In our hearts your deed recorded
Lives while ships shall sail the sea!
Set great names in glory's sky;
There thine own has been uplifted
By a deed that ne'er can die.
Men who bear our flag abroad,—
Trust their Captain of Salvation,—
Serve their Country, serving God!
Rightly used and understood,
Words of mighty power—God-given
Earth to save and man make good;
Moulds for heart, and soul, and mind,
Weave these words in song and story,
They will serve all human kind:
Country—where our home must be,
Christ—the Lord of our Salvation,
Heaven—our blessed Eternity.
Down to delve a place in earth?
Take thy better station, teaching
Hopes and thoughts of heavenly worth.
WOMAN'S POWER
Leave God's law of toil unbroken—Man lives not by bread alone;
Good deeds done and kind words spoken
Make earth footstool for Christ's throne.
Men must guard in life or death;
Woman's power is like the rustle
Made by winds of summer breath;
Opening leaves, and buds, and flowers,
Moving earth like music's measure,
Bringing joy to toil's dark hours.
Blasts the rocks, and builds the home,
Maps the earth, and spans the ocean,
Calls the lightnings—and they come:—
Binding nations, linking seas:
Skill to make, by power Eternal
Given, gives right to govern these.
Whatsoever we may gain,
Toiling in or out of season,
Women still we must remain.
Of their country's strength must stand;
But its Temple's polished corners
Are the daughters of the land.
Has its use and value high,
Thus the excellence of duty
Brings its moral beauty nigh.
BEAUTY
Beauty, gift of God from heaven:Stars, from angels' crowns of light;
Flowers, as angels' smiles, were given;
These for day, and those for night.
Green below, and blue above,
That the life of God's love founded,
This revealed his light of love.
Beauty from the realm of Home;
Say not ornaments must vanish,
Woman's presence blank become!
Butterflies and birds to gray,
Make all earth of sober oneness,
Leave no light of joy or day!
Colors dropped from God's own pen!
Write not thus the “Genus Human”
Shorn-haired, sober-suited men.
Hath no power or purpose great,
No self-progress, but is leaning
On the life-force of the state.
Sinking cities in the deep,
Opening in the desert fountains,
Then a nation waked from sleep
And they take their place aright;
These to save from ebbing waters,
Those to breast the billows' might.
CIVIL WARFARE
Thus a whirlwind on the ocean,Sweeping tides like surging fate,
Hurled the storms of dire commotion
On the Pillars of our State.
Some were bowed but did not yield:
'Twas the war where mourning Mother
Sought her dead on either field.
Lifting darkness up to light;
'Twas a war like doom of Edom
On his rock—to sink in night
By the righteousness of right;
'Twas the war of hero-leaven
When the people rise in might.
As if Mississippi's tide,
Though Niagara's power descrying,
Would its cataract override.
Valor like the lightning's stroke;
When the roar of thunder rattled,
Then the fiery vengeance broke.
Which could gloomiest make the gloom;
'Twas the cry of faith ascending;
'Twas the wail above the tomb.
Deeds, not names, their record give;
Flowers are strown above the buried,
And the living honored live.
WOMAN IN WAR
War! Oh, word of woful wonder!Satan's synonym for sin,
Tempting man to seize God's thunder,
And the day of doom begin.
Making our fair land a grave,
Seemed the brother-war with brother!
—Love and Pity came to save.
These are hid when storms enshroud:
Light from love and pity given
Brightens o'er the darkest cloud.
Where blind Dandolo crowned his name)
The Nightingale to save the dying—
Crowned her flag with woman's fame,
As the moon the bright star pales;
Swords are dimmed by Pity's glory!
We had nests of Nightingales!
The services of American women during our civil war cannot be over-estimated; and we have but a few pages in which to tell the story, when it would require volumes. We must limit our narrative to a single city. Philadelphia is on the highway from the North to Washington, and regiments were passing daily in either direction. The forlorn condition of many of the soldiers excited universal sympathy and compassion.
The wife of a mechanic, who lived in the neighborhood of Washington Avenue (the great thoroughfare in Philadelphia for the soldiers), saw those tired and hungry men, who could not find means of refreshment in that place. She went forth into the street with her coffee-pot in her hand, and gave cups of hot coffee to the soldiers. This was found such a welcome refreshment, that the neighboring women imitated her example.
And so this great charity grew by gifts of coffee and food in the open street, until Mr. William Cooper gave his cooper-shop as the place for rest and refreshment. Soon it was changed into comfortable apartments, where good meals were served; still those noble women were there, ministering angels of this great establishment, ever ready to welcome, wait upon and work for the weary, hungry, and sick soldiers who needed such aid.
This was not all. A hospital was built, close at hand, by private funds of Philadelphia citizens: this, too, was under the care of the same kind women; although other ladies of wealth and culture had joined in the glorious charities of the hospital and cooper-shop. These self-sacrificing women ministered gratuitously, day and night, around the beds of the wounded, the dying, and the fever-stricken patients, who remained under their care until distributed into the Government hospitals: many who were too ill to be moved, died in this, their first place of reception, their last hours soothed, and their last wishes breathed to the pitying, weeping women as though they were their own mothers and sisters. Be it remembered, too, that all who came were welcomed alike to these charities—the Rebel and the Union soldier were tended with equal care.
It has been ascertained that in the four years of the war over twelve hundred thousand men were entertained in the Cooper-Shop refreshment saloons!
Near the Cooper-Shop was opened the “Union Volunteer Refreshment Saloon.” It went into operation May 27th, 1861, was finally closed December 1st, 1865, and torn down January 2d, 1866, not even a mark left in any way to designate the spot.
During this period, the receipts were estimated at about $130,000 in all, counting cash, sanitary stores, donations in provisions, etc.
From this fund, more than a million of meals were provided, not only for the soldiers, either in service or discharged, but for sailors, refugees, freedmen, and southern prisoners or deserters; no one who claimed their hospitality ever being turned away. All this was done by the voluntary offerings of the people, day by day, week by week, month by month, and year by year; the committee receiving no aid whatever from City, State, or General Government, but on the contrary, even declining an appropriation from our City Councils, on the ground that the generous hearts, which had so long sustained this noble work, desired to do so until the end.
Besides these there were in the same city several other large hospitals for the soldiers, where women served day and night as nurses and visitors; and throughout the country, millions of dollars were collected, and the proceeds distributed by women.
Places sad with blood and sighs,
From the little wren, home-cheerer,
To the birds of Paradise—
When the trumpet's blast was heard;
Where the cannon's roar resounded,
There the carrier doves appeared—
Food the ebbing life to save,
Guiding weak souls to their haven,
Opening life beyond the grave.
Notes of home and hope—and faith,—
Those new strength to courage bringing,
This, the triumph over death.
Knelt beside the soldier's bed,
And despair, his heart unmanning,
Conquered by his Saviour, fled.
Welcomed in the Sister Band;
Love's good works and prayers of Pity
Made war's Sabbath in our land.
Bore the pledge of their decrease,
Thus America's good Daughters
Brought the love that leads to peace.
When our Chaucer chants the strain!
Mine but gives the rhythm to story,
“Love and Pity” the refrain.
Pity's power to conquer strife,
Power to foster patriot feeling;
Would my pen could give it life!
Mother, must I die alone?”
Moaned a pale young soldier lying
'Mid the dead, in broken tone.
Taking his cold hand: he smiled;
He was from a Southern city,
And a widow's only child.
Come with me on wings of prayer;
Wafted to the cross of Jesus,
We shall meet your mother there.”
When the early spring frosts come;
Died—his head on Pity's bosom,
Whispering “Mother! Heaven! Home!”
Cease, or sorrow's toning take;
Pity, bowed above the coffin,
Kissed him for his Mother's sake.
All our Stars their courses run
In their Union-System blended;
And their glory—“We are One!”
“Peace!” the watchword of the hours;
O'er war's dead of every mother
Love and Pity scatter flowers.
Work and duty drive men wide,
Finding rest in their probation
But in Homes where women bide.
What the woman's soul might do,
Were your bars of self-pride sundered,
That have kept its light from you?
For their reason, wisdom's light—
Keep it hid with son and father,
Leave the mother mind in night?
THE REALM OF HOME
Wherefore stint illuminationIn her wondrous realm of home!
Home, the life-source of the nation,
Whence its crowning glories come.
Make in marble mighty men;
Masters these—yet untaught woman
Hath a higher office, when
On her bosom, at her will
Resteth; none save the All Seeing
Knows her power for good or ill.
Earth's high places are his aim;
In the court, the camp, the college,
Power, rank, honors he would claim.
Sees the worth of things above;
Her instinctive conscience reaching
Love—Divine and human love.
Perish or in ruins lie
Woman's good works live forever—
She must build above the sky:
Lusts and passions to command,
Form his mind for truth and duty
In his lot of life to stand.
“It strikes me dumb to look over the long series of faces, such as any full church, court-house, London-tavern meeting, or miscellany of men, will show there. Some score or two of years ago, all these were little, red-colored, pulpy infants; each of them capable of being kneaded, baked into any social form you chose.”—
Carlyle.The Scotch philosopher has seen the great truth that the character of the man is moulded upon the influences around the child; but he does not add, what will strike our readers, that almost everything depends upon the mother; and that, by educating her, we secure a blessing for her son.
Price or praise for work well done,
Than the mother's wealth of pleasure
In her brave and worthy son?
WOMAN'S STATION
Then exalt the woman's station;Let her love and duty come
Where the sexes hold relation
In their work for Heaven and home.
Healer, Teacher let her be;
She should guard the founts of knowledge,
Keep their waters sweet for thee.
Congress has wisely donated public lands to every State in the Union that would establish an Agricultural College for young men. Thus our soil is to be cultivated on scientific principles. Is not science as necessary in perfecting the art of making good bread as it is in raising good wheat?
On the right ordering of households depend the health and comfort, the improvement and enjoyment of every human being. Does not the lady who presides over the duties and destinies of family life require the aid of a thorough education, mentally as well as morally, in order to be capable of using her faculties to the best advantage?
We need National Free Schools for Young Women. The design of these schools would be twofold:—
1st. To qualify young women for Teachers in Common or Free Schools.
2d. To train a competent band of young women and girls thoroughly to comprehend the nature and the requirements of all the occupations usually designated as womanly.
These subjects to be taught through lectures and practical lessons by competent and intelligent instructors, etc. The plan would require an arrangement on the family system, to be presided over by husband and wife as co-regents. A farm or grounds that allowed all the operations of Home Life in the country to be carried on, the dairy, cookery in all its branches, the laundry, the care of poultry, of the garden, kitchen, as well as flowers, plain sewing in all its branches, and, so far as possible, the care of the sick and whole economy of the household to be studied and understood. The accomplishments might be vocal music, dancing, calisthenics, riding on horseback, swimming, skating. The Schools, normal and preparatory, to give each scholar who continued through the course of four years, a thorough English education. And the crowning grace of these schools would be the pure Gospel principles of Christian morals and of life devoted to worthy aims and good works which the minds of these pupils would imbibe. Every young woman there trained would learn to serve God and her country, to love her home and the duties that make the beauty, the happiness, and the glory of home. She would go forth from such a seminary an accomplished teacher of this useful knowledge, and Schools of Domestic Science would soon adorn and bless our land, all aiming to increase the sum of human happiness, by improving home life, and thus exalting the position of woman while enlarging her sphere of usefulness.
We appeal to the generosity and to the justice of Congress. The plans and suggestions above are only offered to awaken the minds of wise legislators, and induce them to consider the subject of popular education in its national aspects, and we cannot but hope that the American Government will show the world that it is as ready to offer education, the best gift of the Republic, to its daughters as to its sons.
Give her soul thy light of mind;
Faith and reason in alliance,
Truth in fulness we shall find.
Mind its earthward path to prove;
Faith, like gravitation's cables,
Links the soul with Heavenward love.
Gains its power to rise and shine.
Mind may mould heroic stature,
Soul uplifts it to Divine.
Walled by hopes of life to come,
Eyes of truth and trust watch o'er us—
Heaven is neighbor to the home.
Meet this doctrine face to face:
In the Christ, and by the mother
Ye must elevate the race.
Time waits not and change is nigh,
Though the way lead over boulders,
Over torrents surging high,
AMERICAN HOMES
Break the rocks, and breast the waters,Work the plough, and wield the pen
In one faith—Exalt the Daughters,
They EXALT THE SONS OF MEN.
Gather truth's light as it comes,—
On thy Banner, swaying sunward,
Bear the motto—For Our Homes.
Illustration.
In the Old World's song and storyRose and Nightingale had place;
Love's light gleamed on War's red glory,
—Knight and Lady joined the chase:
List a lay—O wonder rarest!
Theme the thoughtful mind to move,—
Of a world the newest, fairest,
Holding men unblest by love:
To a thought of angel kin,—
Where no tear for their transgression
From God's record washed the sin;
Where the mind to art and beauty
Dormant lay as polar life;
And the heart knew but one duty—
Stern endurance in the strife.
2. PART II.
LIFE WITHOUT LOVE.
Since together here they stood—
White men—each a Bible-lover,
Red men—lords of wave and wood.
Fleet of foot as leaping deer,
Leading life in wild beast fashion,
Cold alike in love or fear.
Stern as stoics stood alone,
Wanting neither home nor neighbor,
The wide Continent their own.
Where no good for men they wrought?
Feeding life on brute-life slaughter,
They nor prayed, nor toiled, nor thought.
Had been dwarfed or forced to die;
Self—proud self, had swelled its stature;
Each man's deity was—“I!”
Stamped their heel upon her heart;
Wrenched from out their own the human
And—Cain-like—they stood apart
THE INDIAN WOMAN
In their Upas law which smothersWoman's heart of love—that when
Indian boys had beat their mothers
They might sit with Indian men!
Thus his latest brood remain,
Eager still to roam and ravage—
As when lords of wood and plain.
Theirs to bar the Christian's way?
The Worlds—New and Old—to sever?
God and Nature answered—“Nay!”
Levelling forests as they trod,
Gaining from their six days' labors
Strength to plant the House of God.
In the Pilgrim's lore, will live,
Proving that God's laws, if followed,
Peace and place and power give.
And the New World's tide had come;
'Twas dead matter driven to motion—
'Twas like language to the dumb.
Sunbeams woke earth's prisoned flowers;
Each new day brought forth its wonder—
Years were reckoned but as hours.
Scorned the arts of peaceful life,
Wanted not their pale-faced neighbor,
Loved their lot of savage strife,—
CHRISTIAN MEN
Freedom, like the eagle soaringWheresoe'er the prey is found,—
Battle, like the tempest roaring,
And all earth a hunting ground.
Took this New World's tide at flow;
With one hand the plough they guided,
With the other fought the foe;
As great rivers were but rills,
While, with Hebrew pride, they scatter
Cattle on a thousand hills.
Law and Liberty made one:
Like strong fortress by storm carried
Christian men their work had done.
Fought and fled—but yielded not,
Never drew our Banner o'er them,
Nor their hunting-grounds forgot.
In their conscience have been slain;
And in forest or in city
Savages they will remain.
Decked in battle's fierce array,
Painted face, and red eyes glancing
Like a leopard's for the prey;
On the blood of buffaloes,
Rides he now to deck his blanket
With the scalps of his white foes.
THE INDIAN
And his fancy frames the storyOf the trophies he may win;
And he shouts his song of glory,
Never dreaming murder Sin!
Grind his bones your fields to till,
Would the dire avenging slaughter
Crush his pride, or curb his will?
Have they won the savage race?
In his heart the tiger taming?
With us has he found a place?
Have they drawn the Red Man near?
Does he, through their faithful teaching,
Worship God in love and fear?
All who smoked Penn's pipe of peace;
Where Eliot prayed, a few are striving
For a life that soon must cease.
By the Lord of Light above,
Melt and mould the iron-hearted
To His laws of life and love.
Will they come to Christ—her Seed?
Not from midnight breaks the morning;
Softened light from heaven must lead.
Send her like a carrier-dove!
As the sea-birds seek the waters,
Indian women seek for love.
POCAHONTAS
“Wife—my slave!” no softer wooingWas her Indian lover's tone;
Out-door work—his work she 's doing,
Never taught to do her own.
When his savage sire drew nigh,
Nor by kiss bestowed a blessing,
Never sang a lullaby!
We should pay her holy claim,
Make her wild-wood home an Aïden,
Pocahontas, in thy name:
Love light, in their bloody strife,
And thy cruel sire o'erawing,
Thou didst save the Christian's life:
All thy light of love and truth,
Thou art ours, and we are owing
Christian aid to Indian Youth.
White in soul, and white of face,
Pure as Gospel star in brightness,
Christ's sweet minister of grace.
She will draw the children nigh;
Who her tender touch is fearing?
Who resist her loving eye?
Tells it low their souls to stir,
Of His cross, and of His glory,
Of His love for them and her.
WOMAN'S TEACHING
Woman's heart to theirs appealing,Warms their dormant hearts to feel,
Moves their minds to meet her feeling,
As the magnet moves the steel.
Heavenly things will best portray,
As the dew-drops on the daisies
Are the diamonds of the day.
Bring the common things of earth;
Cheering hope and faith in duty
Thus in waiting souls have birth.
Waking reason to admire;
Through Christ's love the Woman teacheth,
Kindling love as fire doth fire.
To the love the Gospel brings,
And their eyes with soft tears glisten,
Flowing while the lady sings,
Braided love divine and human;
Gospel set in simple metre,
Writ by man and sung by woman.
From the savage love Divine
Fade as these poor women hearken—
Till the cradle hymn they join.
One red fist in her white palm—
Tells how David smote Golia'h,
Serving God by sword or psalm.
WOMAN'S TEACHING
Serving God—she pictures Heaven,“Our Great Father lives above;
“From His love our good is given;
“We must give Him our good love.
“Little birds in one nest stir,
“Oh! how glad to meet their mother,
“They love God in loving her.
“Solomon in all his pride,
“Crowned, and on his throne of glory,
“Placed his Mother by his side.”
In all rainbow colors fair;
To the boy beside her saying,
“Wouldst thou place thy mother there?”
Meet her firm but gentle look,
Her white soul his dark soul sifting,
As the sunshine sifts the brook.
Love's sweet tears in her eyes stood;
Sudden—as swoln brook outgushes—
Came his answer: “Yes, I would.”
Joy that o'er her features stole—
Love Divine was thus baptizing
With its love this heathen soul.
Shaping heaven on earth's poor plans,
Must be loved before they 're loving—
—Mother's love creates the Man's.
INDIAN WARS
Freemen, holding all men brothers!Christians, holding God's Word true!
In Christ's faith, and by their Mothers,
Ye the red men can subdue.
To destroy the pale-faced race,
History will record, and ever
In our annals theirs have place.
On the land and on the wave;
These will live in song and story,
Till our New World finds its grave.
On the war-ship, on the State,
Shall the Indian children perish?
And the women share their fate?
All beneath our flag hold dear;
Faith is free by cross and steeple—
Shall the red race perish here?
From our country—heart to border,
Walled by oceans' ebb and flow,
Christian love and patriot ardor
Thunder back the answer—“No!”
Is unveiled when war is done;
Sins make tyrants—Rome made Nero;
God's grace gave us Washington!
Clothed like him in righteous might,—
Men who, holding all men brothers,
Seek the good and serve the right.
CHRISTIAN HEROES
Sunlit stars, that falter never,In their courses these will run,
Leading onward, upward ever
Toward their goal of Washington.
Will the Woman's wrongs redress,
Pave her path of faith and beauty
With their works of righteousness.
Be the test of manly worth,
And her goodness, thus reflected
Through the man's, will bless the earth.
Power and Peace linked hand in hand,
Will be rich to overflowing
With the best of every land.
Writ by light that Freedom shed
When it burst the dark of ages,
All our Record may be read.
Where the Old World fame is sought;
Here, the power that moves our mountains
Is the Book the white man brought.
Our Republic draws her breath,
And as Leader or as Martyr
Guards the BOOK in life or death.
By “the Word” our way we prove;
Christ's twin laws for man's Probation
Are Divine and human love.
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