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And the poem had not reached us if a woman had not
stood Holding up the poet's courage, till the world pro
nounced it good. Which deserves the greater credit ? both have done the
things they could.
Women there have been who failed men in the hour of
sorest need, And the world has heard and cursed them for the fail.
ure of the deed ; But of women soul-devoted, patient, seldom do we
It is well God over-rules it-blame of failure comes from
men; But reward for best endeavor only crowns us truly,
when We lay aside the dusty garments, and the King shall
Every good strong deed of greatness has a woman at its
base, Or a little child with sunshine fresh from heaven upon
its face; Watching carefully the building, that each stone fits in
To some few the word is given, “Go ye forth and build
need not stop to seek it, God Himself will make
it known; You cannot misunderstand it, it will come to you
It is grand to be a woman standing very near to God, Seeing with her heaven-born instinct every step that He
has trod; Searching in the darkest science, till she finds it bright
Do you count her power as nothing? this great thing a
trifle call ? Why, life's trifles are its great things, and its great
things are the small. She who knows the power of nothings holds the greatest
power of all.
What is nobler for a woman, than to know within her
hands Is the destiny of nations, and the fate of many lands ? What can make a woman greater than the power
she now commands.
Think not that the country's ballot is the only power to
wield; God has given each a mission, we may always find some
field : Do you
think He counts it nobler to be more a sword than shield ?
Better be an inspiration, play the harp-strings of some
soul, Than to blow Fame's silver bugle, though through con
tinents it roll, Better be a useful fragment, than a damaged, useless
Better be behind the curtain, and to feel yourself a Than to lose the power of ruling, though with sceptre
you are seen ; Better be a queenly woman, than unwomanly, a queen.
'Tis not angels we are wanting on this busy restless
earth, It is noble, earnest women who prize well the right of
birth, Women who are looking upward, knowing well what
life is worth,
Even though their life be hidden, just content to work
away, Till the last great task is ended, till the dawning of
Knowing it shall stand exalted when God lifts the veil away.
MARIETTA F. CLOUD.
THE SHIP OF STATE.
BREAK up the Union of these States, because there
easy a matter, then, to make everything in the actual world conform exactly to the ideal pattern we have conceived in our minds of absolute right ? Suppose the fatal blow were struck, and the bonds which fasten together these States were severed, would the evils and mischiefs that would be experienced by those who are actually members of this vast republican community be All that would ensue? Certainly not. We are connected with the several nations and races of the world as no other people has ever been connected. We have opened our doors and invited emigration to our soil from all lands. Our invitation has been accepted. Thousands have come at our bidding. Thousands more are on the way. Other thousands still are standing a-tiptoe on the shores of the Old World, eager to find a passage to the land where bread may be had for labor, and where man is treated as man. In our political family almost all nations are represented. The several varieties of the race are here subjected to a social fusion, out of which Providence designs to form a new man."
We are in this way teaching the world a great lesson -namely, that men of different languages, habits, manners and creeds can live together, and vote together, and, if not pray and worship together, yet in near vicinity, and do all in peace, and be, for certain purposes at least, one people. And is not this lesson of some value to the world, especially if we can teach it not by theory merely, but through a successful example? Has not this lesson, thus conveyed, some connection with the world's progress toward that far-off period to which the human mind looks for the fulfillment of its vision of a perfect social state? It may safely be asserted that this Union could not be dissolved without disarranging and convulsing every part of the globe. Not in the indulgence of a vain confidence did our fathers build the ship of State, and launch it upon the waters. We will exclaim, in the noble words of one of our poets :
“Thou, too, sail on, O ship of State!
We know what master laid thy keel,
Rev. Wm. P. LUNT, 1863
THE DAY IS DONE.
HE day is done, and the darkness
Falls from the wings of night, As a feather is wafted downward
From an eagle in his flight.
I see the lights of the village
Gleam through the rain and the mist,
That my soul cannot resist.
That is not akin to pain,
As the mist resembles the rain.