Love's Tribute.
[DEDICATED TO MRS. ORMISTON CHANT. ENGLAND.]
Oh, friend from a far off country,
A tribute of love I pay
To thee, for thy staunch defense of
The woman just "over the way,"
For thy kindly words of counsel,
Thy helping hand in need,
For thy care of the weak and fallen,
And planting the precious seed.
A tribute of love I pay
To thee, for thy staunch defense of
The woman just "over the way,"
For thy kindly words of counsel,
Thy helping hand in need,
For thy care of the weak and fallen,
And planting the precious seed.
Of truth and right in weary hearts,
That had erstwhile gone astray;
Thee brought them back, with pleading tones
And eyes that were filled alway
With tears, for their wrongs and sorrows,
And smiles for the coming time,
When they, too, would see the morrow
Grow bright, through a love sublime.
That had erstwhile gone astray;
Thee brought them back, with pleading tones
And eyes that were filled alway
With tears, for their wrongs and sorrows,
And smiles for the coming time,
When they, too, would see the morrow
Grow bright, through a love sublime.
For all that is pure and holy,
All that is noble and true;
His Golden Rule thou hast taught them,
"To me, as I do unto you,"
While others rested, thou slept not,
But walked at the midnight hour
Alone, through the streets, in darkness,
To rescue a fallen flower.
All that is noble and true;
His Golden Rule thou hast taught them,
"To me, as I do unto you,"
While others rested, thou slept not,
But walked at the midnight hour
Alone, through the streets, in darkness,
To rescue a fallen flower.
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