Woman's Rights
Grave on her monumental pile:
She won from vice, by virtue's smile, [15]
Her dazzling crown, her sceptred throne,
Affection's wreath, a happy home;
The right to worship deep and pure,
To bless the orphan, feed the poor;
Last at the cross to mourn her Lord, [20]
First at the tomb to hear his word:
To fold an angel's wings below;
And hover o'er the couch of woe;
To nurse the Bethlehem babe so sweet,
The right to sit at Jesus' feet; [25]
To form the bud for bursting bloom, [1]
The hoary head with joy to crown;
In short, the right to work and pray,
“To point to heaven and lead the way.”