In this our world

by Charlotte Perkins Gilman

IN MOTHER-TIME.

When woman looks at woman with the glory in her eyes,

When eternity lies open like a scroll,

When immortal life is being felt,—the life that never dies,—

And the triumph of it ringeth

And the sweetness of it singeth

In the soul,

Then we come to California, the Garden of the Lord,

Through all its leagues of endless blossoming;

And we sing, we sing together, to the whole world’s deep accord—