The Columbian fountain., 1846-08-24
MoMAN.

believe woman TO be the chastest ornameni
Almighty wisdom has in Us love devised. for
enhancing and promoting tie happiness and
well being Of our races chaste and tender
flower to I've placed in the bosom and cherished
/ with the holiest dews Of affections OF which
the heart is capable, granted to man 10 mtlga-
| ton OF worldly anxiety, 10 awaken his higher
and nobler powers, 10 raise from earth his sor-
| did thought and induce the discharge OF each
moral obligation. 4tfE
IT'S she who tends our helpless infancy,
overlooks or correcis its follies, inculcates the
! first principles of devotion, wisdom and recti-
lude of character. She who balhes the burn
| ing temples aad mostens the feyered lips of
the dying; and she who joins his spirit in pray
| er as il prepares 10 quit its mortal tenement,
and stand before the last and mighty tribunal
Of God. 0#E %tfftt
| Yes, woman il is who prevents the ten thou
sand black crimes, which would otherwise be
committed, incites the lord Of creation TO each
noble deed, and in short is the fountain of eve-
nv act Of yrtHe, valor, love, or truth, for which
man receives reward or praise, while she, in
her placid beauty, silently devotes her exist
ence 10 his service, and in the promotion OF his
honor. Yet even these pledges Of Almighty
mercy TO man are treated with violence, wrong
and perversion to such an extent that they are
frequently hurled from the bright eminence
heaven ordained them TO occupy, TO the very
confines Of perdtion. In most cases they are
required to affect what they do not feel and
appear what they are not; the very rules which
govern society, imopse restriction on women
which obscures her characteristic grandeur, but
notwithstanding every Disadvantage, TO use
the language Of poet whose soul seems to ap-
preciate the excellence of the fair:
Woman! thy tears like the gush a fountain,
Though spilled on rock are not lost in their
fall;
Woman thy smiles like wild flowers on a
mountain, @stt
Redeem the dark shadows Of life's gloomy pail;
In childhood thy bosom Of down is our pillow,
And thither we turn while thy aid we implore;
And when tossed on the foam of youths tur-
bulent billow,
Thy eye is the beacon that guides to the shore.
Woman thy truth like the sun may be hidden;
Though its holy, bright beams gilds forever the
Y skies;
Woman thy trust though by prudence forbid
den, HI, e. s
Still clings to the wreck when in fragments it
lies;
In manhood we fly to thy soothing caresses,
And find thy chaste converse solace from wo,
And when age and its long train Of evils OPP
press US,
We seek thy mild shadow to hide from the
blow.
Woman thy innocence stainless forever,
Reflects the pure light of its own native skies;
Woman thy love is, restrained, like a river,
The deeper it flows, and the quicker its rise;
The cloud Of misfortune may often o'ercast
thee, .
Yet still doth the light of thy beauty remain;
But should moral error or slander e'er blast
thee; &@ ts4
The howret mat withers may ne'er bloom
.s again, m.a a .#.a
Woman thy weakness to memory appealing,
The holest views Of thy childhood recalls:
Woman thy kindness like dew drops distill-
ing. iaa.
Unseen in its course, may be marked where
it falls,
In the hut or the palace, the desert or city,
Wherever the trace of thy step may be shown;
Sweet herald Of peace and dispenser of pity,
Thy worth is remembered, thy virtue is known.