An Appeal to Woman

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An Appeal to Woman

Oh, woman, woman, in thy brightest hour

Of conscious worth, of pride, of conscious power,

Oh, nobly dare to act a Christian’s part,

That well befits a lovely woman’s heart!

Dare to be good, as thou canst dare be great;

Despise the taunts of envy, scorn and hate;

Our “skins may differ,” but from thee we claim

A sister’s privilege, in a sister’s name.

We are thy sisters⁠—God has truly said,

That of one blood, the nations he has made.

Oh, Christian woman, in a Christian land,

Canst thou unblushing read this great command?

Suffer the wrongs which wring our inmost heart

To draw one throb of pity on thy part;

Our “skins may differ,” but from thee we claim

A sister’s privilege, in a sister’s name.

Oh, woman!⁠—though upon thy fairer brow

The hues of roses and of lilies glow⁠—

These soon must wither in their kindred earth,

From whence the fair and dark have equal birth.

Let a bright halo o’er thy virtues shed

A lustre, that shall live when thou art dead;

Let coming ages learn to bless thy name

Upon the altar of immortal fame.