At last in the eternal land
We all shall meet a joyous band,
Without ought danger more to part,
Or tear or sigh to heave the heart.
WOMAN.
By Rev. Daniel Evans, B.D.
Gentle Woman! thou most perfect
Work of the Divine Architect;
Pearl and beauty of creation,
Rose of earth by all confession.
Myriad times thy smiles are sweeter
Than the morning sun doth scatter,
All the loveliness of Nature
Into thee almost doth enter.
The rose’s hues and of the lily,
Verdant spring in all its beauty,
Brighter yet among the flowers
Is fair woman in her bowers.
As the water fills the river,
Full of feeling is her temper,
And her love, once it doth settle,
Truer than the steel its mettle.
Full of tenderness her bosom,
Deep affection there doth blossom,
Gentle Woman! who can wonder
After thee man’s heart doth wander?
I have seen without emotion
Fields of blood and desolation,
But I never saw the tear
On woman’s eye and mine not water.
From her lips a word of soothing
Will disarm all angry feeling,
On her tongue a balm of comfort,
Great its virtue, strong its support.