We, Women Of One Country, Will Be

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.

Hope Died As I Was Led Unto My Marriage Bed.

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.

Heaven Knows What I Have Not Been Through With, Since I Saw You-dust, Dirt, Dyspepsia, Hotels, Railroads, Prairies, Tobacco Juice.

Much Of The Work Of Every Life Is Done In The Dark.