Albuquerque morning journal. [volume] (Albuquerque, N.M.) 1903-1926, 1910-03-27
(Rcad before the Woman's Club by
Mrs. George +. Alright

(Iscad before the Woman's Club b,
Mrs. George +. AIbright.(
We stand beside a cradle.
And have a vision there;
We gaze upon the infant,
So smiling and so fair.
4 Her face is like an angels,
Her eye is Heavens " blue;
Her little hearts emotions,
Al mirrored there SO true.
As Of the truth prophetic.
OF powers in after years,
All b%eholders are in terror
At suggestion of her tears.
And to win her smile so gracious
There is naught too hard to try,
For this unconscious sovereign
Seems a native OF the sky.
our hearts o'crflow with tenderness
With love akin to pain.
For we know the warning kingdom
Whore this helpless queen must
reign.
The long and dreary pathway
Those little feet must tread.
We know the heavy burdens
Fate VIII lay on heart and head.
Next VIC see a dainty school girl
Stepping sprightly on her way.
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Singing blithely all the day.
Her new starched frock is tidy:
Her hair in proper eurls;
Her laughter is contagious,
Her teeth like cleaning pearls.
She has a very great aversion
TO the dreadful horrid boys
Who capture awful horned toads,
And make such lots Of noise.
But even in this early age
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As she stands aloof II calls to him:
why don't YOU wash your face 2"
His reformation is In her heart,
She's liberal with advice:
GO brush your hair; don't hurt the
birds,
Your Language should be nice"
Soon we see her standing there,
Her free and happy school days
past.
Demure and sweet. bright and fair,
Graduation come at last.
Ambition fills her soul today.
The heroes of the past shall be
The beacon lights upon the way
To guide her ON LIES troubled sea.
The ages must no longer wait
For the reforms too long delayed.
No common sphere shall be her fate;
TO right all wrongs she's now ar
rayed.
a bachelor girl she VOWS she'll be.
For all that furnace signing he
That woeful halled To her eyebrow
sung,
with proper scorn be backward flung.
Her themes are big, her voice is small.
Books may be good. but can't teach
an.
So in a year or two maybe,
No one will be surprised TO see
Her kneeling At the altar there
with orange blossoms In her hair.
vowing the vows that all through
life
She'll be this mans rue ana faithful
wife.
She reconciles her present plan
As woman's Wit and wisdom can.
Since he is all the world to me.
III yet reform the world, you see.
Experience is never wholly lost;
A good resolve mt any cost.
VIII somehow, somewhere yet appear
Though seed lie dormant many n year.
Smile IL we must at youths resolves
The change OF view each step involves,
Our sympathy we can't Withhold
For now that We are growing old,
In life's great book in every
We've failed to guess the coming page.
In the next ago the young mother
we see.
Her heart fairly bursting in fond ecs-
tacv:
Her destiny crowned with cxultant
bliss,
When she feels fond imprint of baby's
first kiss,
The joyous emotions that bahy's touch
stir
The angels in Heaven might well
envy her.
Life's puzaling questions for her arc
translated:
She now is attimod TO all that's cree
atcd:
As one who has had q fair vision OF
God
She can mover more be a mere earth
en- clod.
Her soul has been touched by Heav-
ems own fire
The light from this altar can never
Years may bring with them burdens
and care.
Sorrow and sadness may fan TO her
share,
Yet sublime in her soul is this spark
divine.
Kindled forever at motherhood's
shrine.
Next comes the battlefield Of life;
Not dreams and joy. but mertal strife.
The sun Of Heaven shines fierce n
hot.
She signs for rest hut finds II not.
Rcsistless fate still prods her on;
Youths ROSY dreams all past and
gone:
The cords OF duty bind her fast.
Loves chains tighten TO the last.
Her back Is bowed by loads OF care.
Burdened beyond n mortals share,
She bends above the fevered bed.
An Anglers touch 10 aching head.
With slecplcss night and toiling day,