MOTHER'S COLUMN.

New Zealand Graphic, Volume IX, Issue 25, 18 June 1892, Page 624

MOTHER'S COLUMN.

A WOMAN’S RARE ESTATE. You may not be great, as men count glory ; Yon may not have riches, or honour, or power ; You may not be versed in Time’s vast story; Beauty and grace may not be your dower. But you can possess what is sweeter and fairer Than wealth, or knowledge, or fame’s estate — Holding it better and nobler and rarer — To uplift a thousand than make self great. Com fort and strengthen souls in sorrow ; Seek and discover the star in their night; Point to the hope that blesses each morrow ; Lead the way outward from darkness to light. Proffer a hand to the struggling and-weary, Give them a friend in this world of foes, Make their pathway a little less dreary. Brighten their eyes with the sight of a rose. Pass not the sinful with robe drawn tightly, Let no unkindness reach hand or lips, Help them to rise from the slum unsightly, Every error can Love eclipse. So shall your life, a thousand lives blessing, Grow to be beautiful, wise and great; And a thousand hearts will be confessing :— ‘ Lo, she hath come to a rare estate !’ Emma C. Dowd.