But this is the good unfailing, and this is the peace that shall last;
From love that dies and love that lies, and love that must cling and sting,
Back to the arms of our sisters we turn, for our comforting.
For the friendship of true women, Lord, that has been and shall ever be,
Since a woman stood at a woman’s side at the cross of Calvary;
For the tears we weep and the trust we keep, and the self-same prayers we pray—
For the friendship of true women, Lord, take you my thanks today.
Women Run in Molds
By Frances Power Cobb