To Mary Church Turrell⁠—Lecturer + 

A pioneer, she blazed a trail of light + 

Through murky shadows, with a lithesome tread + 

Unto those forums, where Hope’s beams are shed: + 

Straight through the mighty cordon of the night, + 

Rapt with a vision, soul-born, clear and bright, + 

Leaving the South of frigid wrong, she sped + 

Into the North, where hearts glow warm instead, + 

A people’s tragedy to there recite. + 

Hope’s liquid pipings lift their tender lay, + 

Morning is waking, flushed with rosy gleam, + 

Night with its shadow winds with yesterday + 

Adown the world-way as an inky stream, + 

Seed time and harvest deftly interplay, + 

And Life’s fruition is its vital dream! + 