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!
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!
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