Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1910-03-27
The Seven Ages of Woman

ri despots in the days of yore
Framed DEGREES that vexed them sore
To make the brick without the straw
In silence to obey the law,
This modern power is nor unswerv-
Inc.
Its victims lashed into serving:
Its mandates offer no escape,
She must comply, it is her fate.
Oh, would some Mrs. Moses come
To lead us out into our own;
Strike off the shackies, set us free,
Forever drown in the deep red sea
This despotic thing inhuman.
That puts this monstrous garb on
Is ii wonder then that she
Should so worn and wrinkled be
In her mirror by certain light
, Discern the fact her hair il white2
IL now appears without a doubt
Her figure. too, is growing stout.
From other cares she steals 4 space
For madam's treatment of the face
And anti-fat she vainly tries.
She studies tonics advertised
And otherwise she iain would he
From natures very laws set free.
This age is surely Heavens own test;
The worlds repaid now with her best.
Perchance in club h sometimes
finds
Sweet sympathy from other minds,
Happy is she if midst this strife
She holds the better gifts OF life.
Stout heart that learns without dis
may
Her faculties are giving way.
True To her post she dumbly ciings.
Serving her world in many things.
Unconscious of her martyrdom,
Herself not reckoned in the sum:
This fiery frCf GhA n1GCnl hFnftnhs
At last it ends as all things do.
Next we find her reconciled
To age as placid as Il child;
Her hair rs gray as q winters tide,
children standing by her side,
Listen to g%randam's silvery tones
As fairy tails she softly crones.
The eager faces plainly tell
OF happy hours they love so well.
The old face is a picture true
OF the long life struggle nearly
through.
Many things are traced there,
ON that scanned face, meath whitened
hair.
But It's as fair to those who know,
As summers eve when the sun is low
The look serene and the smile SO
calm,
GLADDEN. and sooth like a healing
balm.
A benediction her presence seems;
She is passing out 10 the lana Of
dreams.
Her story has closed as her eyelids
She has lain down in her long rerose;
The rest she prayed for has come at
last.
The storms of life are over ana past.
True to her lights in life's brief span,
She has played her part in Gods
great plan:
The lights are out. the curtain il
drawn;
The door is closed. the audience gone,
But there fingers in memory sweet.
Precious music TO guide our feet.
We know when the mimic play Is
The actress lives on. more real than
bcford.
When we think OF the infinite uni
verse.
A trivial thing seems better or worse.
Yet we know that through the ma
jcstic scheme
law OF compensation ever is
seen,
II the Great Creator, whose ways ere
Just.
Sanctioned the woes of this mite OF
May VIC not think that His Majesty
cared
For a place in His kingdom to have
her PREPARED.
4 prism of light is formed by our
tears,
a beautiful rainbow of coreor; APP
pears
For an instant. maybe. our souls see
the light.
We share the infinite knowledge Of
right,
We suddenly know in an uncertain
way
progress unbroken every day.
The body so fair and the intellect. tcO,
Must wither and shatter to lie. spirit
through.
What we in our blindness thought
death and decay
Was life and growth in the Fathers
own a :
The souls outworn raiment aside
must be cast.
That the untrammeled spirit stand
free IT last. +