POETRY.

White Ribbon, Volume 10, Issue 118, 15 March 1905, Page 5

POETRY.

Girls ot To-day.

Girls of to-day. give ear ! Never, since time began. Have come to the race of man, A year, a day, an hour, So full of promise and power As the time that now is here.

Never in all the lands W jus there a power so great, To move the wheels of state, To lift up Ixxly and mind, To waken the deaf and blind, As the power that is in yur hands

Here, at the gates of gold You stand, in the pride of youth, Strong in courage and truth, Stirred by a force kept back, Through centuries long and black, Armed with a jxiw'er threefold

First, you are makers of men ; Then l>e the things you preach ; Let your own greatness teach, When mothers like this we see, Men will Ixj strong and free— Then, and never till then.

Second, since Adam fell,

Have you not heard it said, That man by woman is led ; True is the saying, true. Then see to it what you do, Sec* that you lead them well

Third, you have work of your own, Maid, and mother, and w ife Look in the face of life At duties you owe the race ! Outside your dwelling place Is work for you alone.

Maid, and mother, and wife, Sec* your own work is done, He worthy a noble son ; Help men in the upward way; Truly a girl of to-day Is the strongest power in life.

—Charlotte Perkins Stetson.

There’s many a trouble Would break like a bubble, And into the waters of Lethe depart, Did not we rehearse it, And tenderly nurse it, And give it a permanent place in the heart

There’s many a sorrow Would vanish to-morrow, Wore we not unwilling to furnish the wings

So sadly intruding, And quietly brooding, It hatches out all sorts of horrible things

— O. Clarh,

In a moment of failure hold fast, have a care. Keep thy faith in flood work, for the right is still there ; And the labour of life unto others shall call, Lend a hand ; love is all ! In a moment of triumph hold fast to thy share, Keep at work in flood faith, for the right is still there ; And the life of thy labour ’tis thine to command, U)ve is all ! lend a hand ! ('harles W. Stfvenson.

Hop** not the cure of sin till Self is dead ; Forget it in Love’s service, and the deht Thou canst not pay the angels shall forget. Whittier.