WOMAN

Seventh-Day Adventist Publishing Association · Battle Creek, Mich. · Thursday, May 20, 1880

FromThe Review and Herald, Vol. 55, No. 21

I AM A woman; tell me not of fame! The eagle’s wing may sweep the stormy path, And fling back arrows, where the dove would die. Look on those flowers near yon acacia tree— The lily of the valley—mark how pure The snowy blossoms, and how soft a breath Is almost hidden by the large, dark leaves. Not only have those delicate flowers a gift Of sweetness and of beauty, but the root— A healing power dwells there, fragrant and fair, But dwelling still in some beloved shade. Is not this woman’s emblem? she whose smile Should only wake the loveliness of home; Who seeks support and shelter from man’s heart, And pays it with affection, quiet, deep, And in his sickness, sorrow, with an aid He did not deem in aught so fragile dwelt.