Woman's Rights

You can not rob us of the Rights we cherish

Nor turn our thoughts away

From the bright picture of a " Woman's Mission"

Our hearts portray.

We claim to dwell, in Quiet and seclusion

Beneath the household roof

From the Great world's Harsh strife and jarring voices

To stand aloof

Not in a dreamy and inane abstraction

To sleep our life away

But gathering up the brightness of home Sunshine

To deck our way.

As humble plants by country hedgerows Growing

That treasure up the Rain

And yield in odours, ere the day's declining

The gift again;

So let us, Unobtrusive and unnoticed

But happy none the less

Be Privileged to fill the air around us

With happiness;

To live, unknown beyond the cherished circle,

Which we can bless and aid;

To die and not a heart that does not love us

Know where we're laid.