Woman's Voice

by Unknown

We may die in exile, and our children may die in exile, and our children’s children may die in exile, but something must come of it at last.

The Old Comrade

By May Beals

(In “The Progressive Woman.”)

You have sowed for the world and man

The harvest you cannot reap.

You have won nor fame nor gold nor lands,

But your faith in man you keep.

You have stood for the right alone—