Women's Rights by Annie Louisa Walker
You cannot rob us of the rights we cherish, Nor turn our thoughts away From the bright picture of a "Woman's Mission" Our hearts portray.
We claim to dwell, in quiet and seclusion, Beneath the household roof,-- From the great world's harsh strife, and jarring voices, To stand aloof;--
Not in a dreamy and inane abstraction To sleep our life away, But, gathering up the brightness of home sunshine, To deck our way.
As humble plants by country hedgerows growing, That treasure up the rain, And yield in odours, ere the day's declining, The gift again;
So let us, unobtrusive and unnoticed, But happy none the less, Be privileged to fill the air around us With happiness;
To live, unknown beyond the cherished circle, Which we can bless and aid; To die, and not a heart that does not love us Know where we're laid.
Like Men and Women Shadows walk by Emily Dickinson
Like Men and Women Shadows walk Upon the Hills Today -- With here and there a mighty Bow Or trailing Courtesy To Neighbors doubtless of their own Not quickened to perceive Minuter landscape as Ourselves And Boroughs where we live --
This too will pass by Grace Noll Crowell
This too will pass. O heart, say it over and over - out of your deepest sorrow, out of your deepest grief, no hurt can last forever - perhaps tomorrow will bring relief. This too will pass. It will spend itself - its fury will die as the wind dies down with the setting sun; assuaged and calm, you will rest again, forgetting a thing that is done. Repeat it again and again, O heart, for your comfort; this, too, will pass as surely as passed before the old forgotten pain, and the other sorrows that once you bore. As certain as stars at night, or dawn after darkness, inherent as the lift of the blowing grass, whatever your despair or frustration - this, too, will pass! .