She Who is to Come

A woman–in so far as she beholdeth
  Her one Beloved's face;
A mother–with a great heart that enfoldeth
  The children of the Race;
A body, free and strong, with that high beauty
  That comes of perfect use, is built thereof;
A mind where Reason ruleth over Duty,
  And Justice reigns with Love;
A self-poised, royal soul, brave, wise and tender,
  No longer blind and dumb;
A Human Being, of an unknown splendor,
  Is she who is to come!

Published in Suffrage Songs and Verses

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