Woman's chronicle. (Little Rock, Ark.) 1888-1???, 1890-07-12
LITTLE ROCK, ARK. SATURDAY, JULY u, 1890.


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n.-PRELUDE.
drop of water on rock
In time channel makes; and SO
These later ages feel the shock
Begun long centuries ago.
The city's gate is now ATARI
The darkness lifts, and lol we see
The rising of the womans star
Upon our nation not yet free,
Until man throws his greed aside
And, taking woman by the hand
He matches love with equal pride,
And bids her close beside him stand
The while she drops the ballot in,-
The snow white symbol that will show
How woman can her welcome win,
Through gates where men could only go.
Rise, star OF glory East and West
And North and South, upon our land
Let thy bright rays of Suffrage rest,
Till men and women equal stand
For there cometh out of the darkness
Aglmmering, golden ray;
1t runs down the edge of the shadow,
And over the green OF the meadow,
And lights up the blooms of May;
1t whispers to those who are waiting,
And wondering, watching, debating,
If this is the womans day:
Be patient The long night of darkness
Is yielding at last to light;
The dawn of newer creation
And of woman's emancipation
From error, and wrong, and might
When man, long by selfshness blinded
At last will in justice be minded
4 To give to woman her right.
And up from homes OF the alton,
The hosts of the wronged ones rise;
Up, out of the lanes OF the lowly
And out from the shrnes of the holy,
With eager impassloned eyes,
They reach for the rose OF reprisa,
They join in the hymn of revival,
Whose echo shall reach the skies.
No longer the shaekles of serfdom
Should fetter one-half Of the race;
The ages of womanly terror,
And the aons of human error,
Are all passing to their place;
And there cometh now an era,
Drawing nearer nearer and nearer,
AS the world moves on through space.
When Wen see, through the lifting shadow,
All roseate, warm and bright,
The city of Suffrage-whose glory
viii ennoble the nations story
Standing open, day and night
While its iron gate will no longer
Be shut on the weak by the stronger
And might no longer make right.
rro,,, tba naoks of snoW. crowned Sierras
We have seen the flush Of morn;
And this message we bring from tn mountains,
Where are hidden the hearts of the fountains
In which sparkling streams are born
THROW OPEN THE GATE for the column
OF women who, sweet faced and solemn,
The homes of the nation adorn!
They wake from their dreams of dependence,
Our equals they seek to stand;
Shall we count, as men count dumb cattle,
Those who move in the van of battle
For home and truth in the land?
BY martyr blood staining the pages
OF Time since the earliest ages,
Come, give them comrades handl
Shall we on this issue be silent?
Brothers, whose tongue Is the pen,
Echo the song they are singing
Herald the dawn they are bringing!
Equal in all things; and when,
With ballot in hand, they come to us
With beauty and strength to subdue us,
Well own them equals OF men.
The message we bring from the mountains
On this golden dome we trace
On the shores where the Mayfower landed
Let the gift of Suffrage be handed
To the women, fair OF face
O brothers the robe of dishonor
Is ours If we place not upon her
The ballot that crowns the race
And IT, in the days that are coming,
The land should queen implore,
By all that's divine in the human,
Az all that is loving in woman,
Wen give her one honor more,
And welcome her on to the station