. . .And forth she forged in his own domain -
   Till the strange ‘new woman,’ the old supplanted.

‘Strange’ with the glow of a wakened soul,
   And ‘new’ with the purpose of large endeavour,
She turned her face to the higher goal -
   To the higher goal it is turned for ever.
Trade and science and craft and art,
   Have opened their doors to the call of woman;
And greater she grows in her greater part,
   More tenderly wise, and more sweetly human.

Brave foremothers of freedom’s birth
   Smile through space on your splendid daughters.
At one with liberty lighting the earth,
   Their torches flame o’er the darkest waters.
They lend a lustre to sea and land:
   They sweeten the world with their wholesome graces:
As out in the harbour o. . . Read More