When night’s shadows close around me,

And I’m nearing the other shore,

Keep the beacon light a’burning

To safely, safely guide me o’er

To that land of joy and beauty,

To that land of love, truth and song,

Ever beckoning, beckoning onward;

Lead thou me on, lead thou me on.

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WOMANHOOD.

To the pagan mind, years ago,

O woman, what were you?

A slave, subject to brutal strength,

Not mental prowess true;

As woman was by nature raised,

To motherhood of race,

Should she below man’s level stand?

Nay, rather face to face.

But through Christ’s cross and legacy,

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