The weekly clarion. [volume] (Jackson, Miss.) 1863-1882, 1879-07-09
VOLUME XIII.

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or il both should combine. her fraiI strength t,
undo
Twill but bring The BIest gate Of death nesrel
Through waters and mountains her faith gaze
above
And Sec through the -torm-cloud Father.
kind love.
brave and strong her Hfs'- duties viii evel
renew.
And he souls lilies keep their white, virgin
Her frsr duties closely around her viii stand.
Meath tle glance Of her eye-the grasp Of her
hand.
Oh, mothers, oh, sisters, no work VIII e'er
SO holy and great a, the r,oiisq gflo1ae.
Have SOU seen ia the streets ohiidren'- lips ana
prinkine dark scenes and words Of bold bias
Have YOU heard at dark midnight the rsveIIer'.
Have tx tasted the cup which nightly neg
Or seen in the hu-hed, peaceful dawnius Of
light
Their lanterns pale glare from dens blacker
than night:
/ trust thar our eyes ne'er behold what we read
OF the chains and prisons and dungeons ia need,
Bur our hearJs-oh' question from PHYS fount
comes:
Hzo were their motbers-and tr5ot were their
houncsy
Such deata-seented flowers from sweet herbs
could not grow,
streamiets so foul from pure founts could not
flow.
Were orr homes but all springs Of pure waters
The streams which flow from them times river
n meet
Would not darlen it, tide. but crystal clear it
Til it reached the vast span Of eterniry's sea.
And ON. ideal woman in homes temple shall
With the fate of her loved ones in her heart-in
her hand.
IT'S her glorious mission. Greater need hath no
field;
Surer promise hath none rich harvest to Weld.
lis field which calls forth every talent she
Need Of thought is no greater for kings on their
thrones.
Her i1feHect, keen as fount Of wisdom can
give
With all she can from experience retrieve,
Must guide the turbulent forces of home
Along the straight path where duty says come.
\ heart OF Gods goodness only could bear
With meckness of spirit its burdens OF care.
All her love scarce keeps her from going amiss,
Midst the evils which spring from worse world
To this
All OF the beauty natures hand may bestow,
With what in the souls garden only can grow
Must be nurtured flowers for garlands to
bind
To its own proper sphere each heart and each
Thus her heart centres there; with all of its
worth
To cultivate home, fairest garden OF earth
But its flowers bloom not always beside the
hearth-stone,
Nor does the breath Of their fragrance reach
kindred alone
For far DER the journey their odors are spread,
By loves wings DER the weary their sweet dews
are shed,
A -, III.
that a sembiance of heaven is nigh
For tls part OF her mission from the well-spring
OF home
To let crystal streams flow, that to others may
OF her plenty some waters sparkling and bright
70 strengthen and cheer in the heat OF the
fight.
She viii find PROSTATE in paths that We're else
like her own,
Many dying and faint by the rocks overthrown
And fallen, o'ercome by the dark storms of life,
some will slip from her side in the surges of
And oft from the pits sin has made she will
hear
Groans OF the penitent, cries wild with fear.
And sickness and sorrow, all forms of distress
u she journeys onward around her viii press.
BE il hers to the lips OF the fainting to hold
prrUghts oI aid till their weak hearts become
strong and bold,
And safely with sure steady hands, those to
guide,
Who alone could not stem The strong surge of
the tide
should She e'er reach the fallen shame to the
Which too often urges to turn from them aside
\ soft word of couusel-acts with Kindness
intent
MAY be strength to the weak, sin-sick bodies
Not the work Other hands, but Goa gives her
grace,
70 stand strong and true in her appointed
But the breath of His will, the lack Of His aid,
BY the side of the lost her own soul would be
laid.
Not by mart, but by His gracious kindness she
stands,
bet her copy His mercy, give swift willing
hands.
To the suffering who shrink from the light of
70 lit up the fallen is far from disgrace
And 1 count this thing To be srandly true,
That a Rgtie iced l. step toward God,
Lifting the soul from the common sod
To purer air and grander view.
Round the sturdy oaks trunk graceful vine
labor ser is entwined with sweetest repose.
Her life's not all thorns OF sadncss .ud care,
There are roses OF beauty and fragrance most
rare
rwixt the hills where with trials her soul Is sore
Finds She glad waters and Wales of sweet rest,
When flowers once OF Eden sweet fragrance
diStil
,nd Paradise echoes sing in each ripping rilI, |
Where the weary seek respite in beautiful bow
And joyin the glory OF glad summer hours.
Ter soothing breath from the ilowerv heath
Brings its sweetest boon to those
Whose broud brows wear the dew of care
And the burrows of earthly woes.
md cooling springs no blessings bring
Yield ne'er sweet 4 draught
20 hearts at rest those unblest
Who bitter drops have quaffed.
And the blest repose of a days calm close
When evening shadows fall
Md the quiet light OF starry night
And slumber's vicwless pail
10 bosoms swell with charmed spell
However much desired
20 sweet and blest with sense of rest
As those whose souls tired.
Though true woman's life is but toll and strife,
When thoughtlessly it is viewed
By the frivolous light of a butterhy's flight
Through garden and field and wood,
ct her earnest heart fills and her labor distils
A peace which cometh TO none
lave those who rest meath Gods smile blest
With the pleasure of duty done.
With evil and good on stretches life's road
Its pathway We cannot shun,
IS smiles we must fill with good or i'll
Till its journeys forever done.
.et us lift up our eyes to the sunny skies
And our souls to the God of truth
'or strength of heart to bear the best part
BE it filed with joy truth.
iuce the day of its birth above our fair earth, |
Sins clouds have fallen heavy Ger all,
,et womanhood come in the strength of sweet
home
With aid to throw off the dark pail
earring not the worlds conflicts, sims
dreaded frowns
or the greatest of burdens win the brightest of
crowns.
CLINTON, Miss, June %, 1879.
The Power of Woman.