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Must yet in this thy praise abate；
That； through thine erring humbleness
And disregard of thy degree；
Mainly； has man been so much less
Than fits his fellowship with thee。
High thoughts had shaped the foolish brow；
The coward had grasped the hero's sword；
The vilest had been great； hadst thou；
Just to thyself； been worth's reward。
But lofty honors undersold
Seller and buyer both disgrace；
And favors that make folly bold
Banish the light from virtue's face。
III
THE ROSE OF THE WORLD
Lo； when the Lord made North and South；
And sun and moon ordained； He；
Forthbringing each by word of mouth
In order of its dignity
Did man from the crude clay express
By sequence； and all else decreed；
He formed the woman； nor might less
Than Sabbath such a work succeed。
And still with favor singled out；
Marred less than man by mortal fall；
Her disposition is devout；
Her countenance angelical：
The best things that the best believe
Are in her face so kindly writ
The faithless； seeing her； conceive
Not only heaven； but hope of it；
No idle thought her instinct shrouds；
But fancy chequers settled sense；
Like alteration of the clouds
On noonday's azure permanence。
Pure dignity； composure； ease；
Declare affections nobly fixed；
And impulse sprung from due degrees
Of sense and spirit sweetly mixed。
Her modesty； her chiefest grace；
The cestus clasping Venus' side；
How potent to deject the face
Of him who would affront its pride！
Wrong dares not in her presence speak；
Nor spotted thought its taint disclose
Under the protest of a cheek
Outbragging Nature's boast； the rose。
In mind and manners how discreet；
How artless in her very art；
How candid in discourse； how sweet
The concord of her lips and heart！
How simple and how circumspect；
How subtle and how fancy…free；
Though sacred to her love； how decked
With unexclusive courtesy；
How quick in talk to see from far
The way to vanquish or evade；
How able her persuasions are
To prove； her reasons to persuade。
How （not to call true instinct's bent
And woman's very nature； harm）；
How amiable and innocent
Her pleasure in her power to charm；
How humbly careful to attract；
Though crowned with all the soul desires；
Connubial aptitude exact；
Diversity that never tires！
IV
THE TRIBUTE
Boon Nature to the woman bows；
She walks in earth's whole glory clad；
And； chiefest far herself of shows；
All others help her and are glad：
No splendor 'neath the sky's proud dome
But serves her for familiar wear；
The far…fetched diamond finds its home
Flashing and smouldering in her hair；
For her the seas their pearls reveal；
Art and strange lands her pomp supply
With purple； chrome； and cochineal；
Ochre； and lapis lazuli；
The worm its golden woof presents；
Whatever runs； flies； dives； or delves；
All doff for her their ornaments；
Which suit her better than themselves；
And all； by this their power to give；
Proving her right to take； proclaim
Her beauty's clear prerogative
To profit so by Eden's blame。
V
NEAREST THE DEAREST
Till Eve was brought to Adam； he
A solitary desert trod；
Though in the great society
Of nature； angels； and of God。
If one slight column counterweighs
The ocean； 'tis the Maker's law；
Who deems obedience better praise
Than sacrifice of erring awe。
VI
THE FOREIGN LAND
A woman is a foreign land；
Of which； though there he settle young；
A man will ne'er quite understand
The customs； politics； and tongue。
The foolish hie them post…haste through；
See fashions odd and prospects fair；
Learn of the language； 〃How d'ye do；〃
And go and brag they have been there。
The most for leave to trade apply；
For once； at Empire's seat； her heart；
Then get what knowledge ear and eye
Glean chancewise in the life…long mart。
And certain others； few and fit；
Attach them to the Court； and see
The Country's best； its accent hit；
And partly sound its polity。
Coventry Patmore ＇1823…1896＇
A HEALTH
I fill this cup to one made up
Of loveliness alone；
A woman； of her gentle sex
The seeming paragon；
To whom the better elements
And kindly stars have given
A form so fair； that； like the air；
'Tis less of earth than heaven。
Her every tone is music's own；
Like those of morning birds；
And something more than melody
Dwells ever in her words；
The coinage of her heart are they；
And from her lips each flows
As one may see the burdened bee
Forth issue from the rose。
Affections are as thoughts to her；
The measures of her hours；
Her feelings have the fragrancy；
The freshness of young flowers；
And lovely passions； changing oft；
So fill her； she appears
The image of themselves by turns； …
The idol of past years！
Of her bright face one glance will trace
A picture on the brain；
And of her voice in echoing hearts
A sound must long remain；
But memory； such as mine of her；
So very much endears；
When death is nigh my latest sigh
Will not be life's； but hers。
I fill this cup to one made up
Of loveliness alone；
A woman； of her gentle sex
The seeming paragon …
Her health！ and would on earth there stood
Some more of such a frame；
That life might be all poetry；
And weariness a name。
Edward Coote Pinkney ＇1802…1828＇
OUR SISTER
Her face was very fair to see；
So luminous with purity： …
It had no roses； but the hue
Of lilies lustrous with their dew …
Her very soul seemed shining through！
Her quiet nature seemed to be
Tuned to each season's harmony。
The holy sky bent near to her；
She saw a spirit in the stir
Of solemn woods。 The rills that beat
Their mosses with voluptuous feet；
Went dripping music through her thought。
Sweet impulse came to her unsought
From graceful things； and beauty took
A sacred meaning in her look。
In the great Master's steps went she
With patience and humility。
The casual gazer could not guess
Half of her veiled loveliness；
Yet ah！ what precious things lay hid
Beneath her bosom's snowy lid： …
What tenderness and sympathy；
What beauty of sincerity；
What fancies chaste； and loves； that grew
In heaven's own stainless light and dew！
True woman was she day by day
In suffering； toil； and victory。
Her life； made holy and serene
By faith； was hid with things unseen。
She knew what they alone can know
Who live above but dwell below。
Horatio Nelson Powers ＇1826…1890＇
FROM LIFE
Her thoughts are like a flock of butterflies。
She has a merry love of little things；
And a bright flutter of speech； whereto she brings
A threefold eloquence … voice； hands and eyes。
Yet under all a subtle silence lies
As a bird's heart is hidden by its wings；
And you shall search through many wanderings
The fairyland of her realities。
She hides herself behind a busy brain …
A woman； with a child's laugh in her blood；
A maid； wearing the shadow of motherhood …
Wise with the quiet memory of old pain；
As the soft glamor of remembered rain
Hallows the gladness of a sunlit wood。
Brian Hooker ＇1880…
THE ROSE OF THE WORLD
Who dreamed that beauty passes like a dream？
For these red lips； with all their mournful pride；
Mournful that no new wonder may betide；
Troy passed away in one high funeral gleam；
And Usna's children died。
We and the laboring world are passing by：
Amid men's souls； that waver and give place；
Like the pale waters in their wintry race；
Under the passing stars； foam of the sky；
Lives on this lonely face。
Bow down； archangels； in your dim abode：
Before you were； or any hearts to beat；
Weary and kind one lingered by His seat；
He made the world to be a grassy road
Before her wandering feet。
William Butler Yeats ＇1865…
DAWN OF WOMANHOOD
Thus will I have the woman of my dream。
Strong must she be and gentle； like a star
Her soul burn whitely； nor its arrowy beam
May any cloud of superstition mar：
True to the earth she is； patient and calm。
Her tranquil eyes shall penetrate afar
Through centuries； and her maternal arm
Enfold the generations yet unborn；
Nor she； by passing glamor nor alarm；
Will from the steadfast way of life be drawn。
Gray…eyed and fearless； I behold her gaze
Outward into the furnace of the dawn。
Sacred shall be the purport of her days；
Yet human； and the passion of the earth
Shall be for her adornment and her praise。
She is most often joyous； with a mirth
That rings true…tempered holy womanhood；
She cannot fear the agonies of birth；
Nor sit in pallid lethargy and brood
Upon the coming seasons of her pain：
By her the mystery is understood
Of harvest； and fulfilment in the grain。
Yea； she is wont to labor in the field；
Delights to heap； at sunset； on the
