Hope Died As I Was Led Unto

In The Beauty Of The Lilies Christ Was Born Across The Sea, With A Glory In His Bosom That Transfigures You And Me; As He Died To Make Men Holy, Let Us Die To Make Men Free, While God Is Marching On.

In Virgil's Account Of The Good Housewife, Who Rises Early In Order To Measure Out The Work Of The Household, And In Solomon's Description Of The Thrifty Woman Of His Time, One Sees The Value Set Upon Feminine Industry And Economy In Times Far Removed From Our Own.

As Men Have Often Forsaken The Plough And The Anvil At The Summons Of War, Let Women Now Leave All That May Be Left Of Home For A Great And Earnest Day Of Counsel. Let Them Meet First, As Women, To Bewail And Commemorate The Dead. Let Them Solemnly Take Counsel With Each Other As To The Means Whereby The Great Human Family Can Live In Peace.

I Have Seen Him In The Watchfires Of A Hundred Circling Camps They Have Builded Him An Altar In The Evening Dews And Damps, I Have Read His Righteous Sentence By The Dim And Flaring Lamps, His Day Is Marching On.

When The Unwelcome Little Unborn Shall Have Seen The Light My Brain Will Be Lightened, And I Shall Have A Clearer Mind. Thank God That Even This Weary Nine Months Shall Come To An End And Leave Me In Possession Of My Own Body And My Own Soul.