Classic Poem

Woman of pure and heaven-born fame!
Though Scripture's hallow'd page
Hath made no mention of thy name ,
Thou liv'st from age to age!

Thy labour of unwearied love
To soothe the prophet's lot,
Prompted by kindness from above,
Shall never be forgot.

The chamber built upon the wall,
The bed whereon he lay,
Stool, table, candlestick, — and all
These things endure for aye.

If humble was each boon conferr'd,
Their giver nameless too,
The record many a heart hath stirr'd
Kind acts of love to do.

And thus in human hearts to dwell,
A pure, undying flame,
Is a more glorious chronicle,
Than most that boast a name .

For ne'er was brighter lustre thrown
On path by woman trod,
Than HERS , who dwelt among her own —
And CARED FOR THOSE OF God !