The seed shall spring where none can thirst or freeze,
Shall bear a floweret fairer than the old,
As lilies shine before all blossoms told:
A liberty for woman in her home,
Bound by the only chains which give her peace,—
Immortal chains which death may not release:
A liberty where Justice wide may roam,
And Reverence sit the chief at every feast,
With Love as master, and Contempt as least:
A liberty where the oppressed may come,
The black and white, the woman and the man,
And recognize themselves in Heaven's wide plan
Then while the morning odors of the sea
Blow from the westward and caress thy brow,
Remember where thy loving sisters bow:
Perchance beneath the hand of Victory,
Which leaves a tear and then a silentness,
While crowds move by forgetful of one less;
Or where a burst of gracious ecstasy
Rising shall fill the eastward flitting air,
And with thy spirit mount the hills of prayer.