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84 | In This Our World And I stand not alone. I will gather a band Of all loving mothers from land unto land. Our children are part of the world! do ye hear? They are one with the world—we must hold them all dear! Love all for the child’s sake! For the sake of my child I must hasten to save All the children on earth from the jail and the grave. For so, and so only, I lighten the share Of the pain of the world that my darling must bear— Even so, and so only! Services She was dead. Forth went the word, And every creature heard. To the last hamlet in the farthest lands, To people countless as the sands Of primal seas. And with the word so sent Her life’s full record went,— Of what fair line, how gifted, how endowed, How educated; and then, told aloud, The splendid tale of what her life had done; And all the people heard and felt as one; Exulting all together in their dead, And the grand story of the life she led. But in the city where her body lay Great services were held on that fair day: People by thousands; music to the sky; Flowers of a garnered season; winding by, Processions, glorious in rich array, All massing in the temple where she lay. Then, when the music rested, rose and stood Those who could speak of her and count the good, The measureless great good her life had spread, That all might hear the praises of their dead. And those who loved her sent from the world’s end Their tribute to the memory of their friend; While teachers to their children whispered low, “See that you have as many when you go!” Then was recited how her life had part In building up this science and that arInventing here, administering there, Helping to organize, create, prepare, With fullest figures to expatiate WOM A N | 85 On her unmeasured value to the state. And the child, listening, grew in noble pride, And planned for greater praises when he died. Then the Poet spoke of those long ripening years; And tenderer music brought the grateful tears; And then, lest grief upon their heartstrings hang, Her children stood around the bier and sang: In the name of the mother that bore us— Bore us strong—bore us free— We will strive in the labors before us, Even as she! Even as she! In the name of her wisdom and beauty, Of her life full of light, We will live in our national duty, We will help on the right: We will love as her heart loved before us, Warm and wide—strong and high! In the name of the mother that bore us, We will live! We will die! In Mother-Time When woman looks at woman with the glory in her eyes, When eternity lies open like a scroll, When immortal life is being felt,—the life that never dies,— And the triumph of it ringeth And the sweetness of it singeth In the soul, Then we come to California, the Garden of the Lord, Through all its leagues of endless blossoming; And we sing, we sing together, to the whole world’s deep accord— And we feel each other praying Over what the flowers are saying As we sing. We were waiting, we were growing, glad of heart and strong of soul, Like the peace and power of all these virgin lands; Through the years of holy maidenhood with motherhood for goal— And soon we shall be holding Fruit of all life’s glad unfolding In our hands. White-robed mothers, flower-crowned mothers, in the splendor of their youth, In the grandeur of maturity and power; Feeling life has passed the telling in its joyousness and truth, ...

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