Poems (Sharpless)/Woman's Glory
WOMAN'S GLORY
One little star in all the sky Is heralding the coming night; One tiny gem of silver lightMeets my uplifted eye.
No cloud is hovering near it now— But, lonely on its azure path, With all the glory that it hath,It glideth silently and slow.
So far above earth's stainéd soil Should woman's glory ever beam; To cheer with pale but steady gleam,Like angel's holy smile.