In The Beauty Of The Lilies Christ

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.

He Is Coming Like The Glory Of The Morning On The Wave, He Is Wisdom To The Mighty, He Is Succour To The Brave, So The World Shall Be His Footstool, And The Soul Of Time His Slave, Our God Is Marching On.

The Flag Of Our Stately Battles, Not Struggles Of Wrath And Greed, Its Stripes Were A Holy Lesson, Its Spangles A Deathless Creed: 't Was Red With The Blood Of Freemen And White With The Fear Of The Foe; And The Stars That Fight In Their Courses 'gainst Tyrants Its Symbols Know.

Many A Woman Will Pass For Elegant In A Ballroom, Or Even At A Court Drawing Room, Whose Want Of True Breeding Would Become Evident In A Chosen Company.

All The Sugar Was In The Bottom Of The Cup.