Classic Poem

Yet pure alone through Woman's breath and hands
Thou must be. Not in solitude, apart,
Canst thou win entrance to God's inmost heart,
Through Woman pour upon God's chosen lands
His streams of healing. Whoso understands
Knows that the flower of life divine we meet
Within her lips most saving and most sweet:
Yea, guardian at the gate of heaven she stands.

God's Motherhood is in her snow-white breast
Wherein our souls and bodies sink to rest,
There finding the repose of nerve and limb
That man alone through Womanhood can bestow
When Womanhood and woman's God bestow
Themselves in union strange and pure on him.