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MISCELLANEOUS WRITINGS
| Through God, who gave that word of might |
| Which swelled creation's lay: |
| “Let there be light, and there was light.” |
| What chased the clouds away? |
| 'T was Love whose finger traced aloud |
| A bow of promise on the cloud. |
| Thou to whose power our hope we give, |
| Free us from human strife. |
| Fed by Thy love divine we live, |
| For Love alone is Life; |
| And life most sweet, as heart to heart |
| Speaks kindly when we meet and part. |
Woman's Rights
| Grave on her monumental pile: |
| She won from vice, by virtue's smile, |
| Her dazzling crown, her sceptred throne, |
| Affection's wreath, a happy home; |
| The right to worship deep and pure, |
| To bless the orphan, feed the poor; |
| Last at the cross to mourn her Lord, |
| First at the tomb to hear his word: |
| To fold an angel's wings below; |
| And hover o'er the couch of woe; |
| To nurse the Bethlehem babe so sweet, |
| The right to sit at Jesus' feet; |
