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Whose histories upon thy soul are writ,
As if, with iron pen and diamond point,
Graved on the eternal rock. Go, thou true heart,
Well trained by duty for all holiest deeds!
Go forth where sin lays waste and sorrows spring,
And round thee scatter gladness, light, and joy!
In thee let it be seen that woman, true
To love's best impulses, must needs command
All honor from the world, by all revered.
So shall thy name enshrined in grateful hearts
Be as a jewel kept; and thou at length
Shalt hear the Ever-blessed say—Well done!
And pass the threshold of thy Father's House,
The Home of Homes where changeless love abides!

  O haste the happy day when o'er the world—
The wide, wide world—bright altar fires shall burn
On household shrines all countless as the sands!
When homeless thousands shall no more be found
Far scattered without shepherd, wandering sheep
Unpitied, left of savage beasts the prey!