FRANCES E. WILLARD.

White Ribbon, Volume 26, Issue 311, 18 May 1921, Page 5

FRANCES E. WILLARD.

(By Katharine Lent Stevenson.)

Statuary Hall, Washington. February 17. IMS,

How still she stands! The snow-peak kissed by morning's glad first-beam, The violet, landing to the woodland stream. The hush of twilight grey, before dawn’s gleam. Are not more still. How calm she stands! (.ike ocean’s voiceless peace, the waves below, Dike winter’s quiet, ’neath its depth of snow, Like the still heart of earth where all things grow. Is her great calm. How great she stands! A mountain peak her soul; an ocean wide; A river, sweeping on with full, free tide; A sacred shrine where holiest things abide; Hove great she stands! How loved she stands! Unnumbered souls their costliest incense bring; O’er all the world her name doth heartbells ring: Love-notes to her e’en little children sing; How loved she stands! A Queen she stands! In her our woman-heart hath found its throne; Through her our kinship with all good is shown; Her white life makes our royal birthright known; — Our Queen she stands! A Seer she stands! To her clear eyes Truth’s radiant sweep unfolds; She reads what, down the years, the future holds; She sees things heavenly ’neath their earthly moulo; A Seer she stands! A Knight she stands! A maiden-knight, whom fear could not assail. Whose eyes flinched not, whose great heart did not fail; Who sought, and found, e’en her?, the Holy Grail: Our Knight she stands! Stand, radiant soul! Here, in the centre of our Nation’s heart; Forever of its best life thou'st a part; Here thou shalt draw thy land to what thou art; Stand, radiant soul!

Stand, conquering one! Swift down tire years already leaps the morn Of holiest triumph, for which thou wert horn; ‘‘Sought out” our land shall be “no more forlorn,” Since thou dost stand!