She was a fair girl graduate, enrobed in spotless white, And on her youthful features shone a look of holy light. She bent with grace her dainty head to receive the ribbon blue, Whence hung the silver medal, adjudged to be her due. I watched her face with rapture as she raised to heaven her eyes, And moved her lips in prayer as her fingers clasped the prize. For I knew to education she had pledged her coming clays, To unclasp poor woman's fetters, and free her from man's ways. Time passed. Our pathways parted, but ever and anon My thoughts would stray towards her, and I speculated on What my graduate was doing,'if athwart the scroll of fame, Among unselfish workers, had been written high her name. At last I chanced to meet her, but her books were pushed aside, While around a dainty garment she sewed - the lace with pride. And at her feet her baby, dimpled, happy, crowing youth, Upon that silver medal was cutting his first tooth.
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Woman's Career., Ashburton Guardian, Volume xii, Issue 3402, 16 April 1890
Woman's Career. Ashburton Guardian, Volume xii, Issue 3402, 16 April 1890
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