To Emilie Bigelow Hapgood⁠—Philanthropist + 

Far from the seried ranks you sway, + 

Firm in your own believing + 

In that frail brotherhood, who stray + 

Sore anguishing, sore grieving. + 

Such hands as yours, adown the years + 

Enchain a faith unbroken, + 

They stay the dreary waste of tears, + 

And lift to Hope a token! + 