Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1916-05-14

| headliner this week is poem en-
titled The Woman Like Me" The
problem is put up straight To the Man
About Town to answor-and he re-
fuses tho responsibility. not from
cowardice. but because words more
! wonderful than he can pen have al.
ready answered It,
Though Your SINS he as scarlet.
they shall be as white as snow:
though they be red Ike crimson, they
shall be as wool."-Isaiah
| Neither do condemn thee; go and
sin no more Jesus Christ.
| 1t is NJ strange coincidence, but
the Man About Town article on 20.
| Gays editorial page. already in the
| hands of the printer wher the poem
arrived, bears upon the same subject
| Why cannot all who profess the name
or Jesus Christ free themselves fron
| the cruel ami hypocritical ;udgmen
winch forever condemns women win
| nt some thoe have fer moment fal
| tered?
''The Woman Like Me-
Dear, Man About Town; As sit here to
Retrospectng alone in the dim candle light
wanted to write you-although I'm
woman
To tell you my story, because you seen
human;
To ask you TO tell me the truth as yo
see.
If there's hope in this world for woma
| like rasf
\ believe you will do so, II but for tn
sahe
OF cOnsolinr a heart. filled already b,
break
II OF wisdom and kindness too much d,
ask
Remember the import that lies in the task
Ihe soul OF woman-your mother
grand one, no doubt, to beget such
That SSi souls can seek out in their grief am
To know il there's surcease from these
anywhere.
Ny story is old as "The Tales From til,
Where love enters in with its rapture and
thrills.
And awakens the passions Of one who would
As pure as Madonna in her chastity.
My eyes held this beautiful vision OF love
As tender as that Of a mother could le
f0r hn.s the Innocent offspring she holds on htr
As s.. iTas as the st1s. by the deep twilight
To ,. guard the fair 'e"pals in the blue crown
bound,
And far far sweeter than any in y
Uprooting the. heart of it's deep bit Ia
And making an Eden of life's wiideraS
My heart was so lonely. SO chill and SO
Disappointment and sorrow alone did I
share
Ny arms felt SO empty when often pressed
Then Them together in agony close to my breast,
my call,
Till the, sunbeams Of morning were flashed
on the wall.
For. the sin since committed I bow down
And beg that the blot may be cast from
my name.
TIE darkest Of shadows that cling to my |
Is knowing never was really his wife.
Oh, If once more the light Of the dawn |
And know there is hope for q woman like
mel
Think ,s.,, deep sD,, Of my sorrows and ponder
And / tell n.,,, %e-should living and death both
'h0G1s ,hs stake . Toman be tortured or burned at
Because in . lifetime she made one mis-.
takol
Must she lose the fight for her honor and
'orever an oltcast-.he woman like met
Our good friend. d. B. Hamilton.
the following. Every Chris
lar should read the poem carefully,
,ecause MIR. Hamilton has certainly
made discovery and shows up the
ross of compulsion in a new light
'uggested by Sunday school lesson
Caster Sunday: And they did COM
el ore Simon. n Cyrenian, who
assed by. coming ouI of the country.
he father of Alexander and Rufus, to
ear his cross Mark 1921.
The Story Of Simon, the Cyrenian.
a the midst Of the roadway / met them, ,
He bearing the weight u the cross,
ending and stumbling beneath II;
For strength he was all at . loss.
hey say, they compelled me to bear it Z
hey lifted the cross to my shoulders =
Before could credit my sight.
saw bim when feeding the thousands
On lOaves and the fishes SO few; .
heard him while telling the stories
30 precious TO me and to you.
saw him while healing the blinded, G
The crippled, the halt and the lame: ~
loved and / worshipped his name. N
I'd when In the land everlasting,
Where Jesus, the blessed, Is there,
II meet you and have him tell you
His cross ! did willingly bear.
d. B. HAMILTON.