The Woman Of Today

Let others sing the praises of the Woman oí the Past, Or canonizo the Woman of the Fature coming f ast. I Btring my lyre for neither. No, I lift mr littlc lay. And slng my song to celébrate the Woman of Today. The Woman of the Past was good, and better still may be The Woman of the Future; but, oh, good enough for me The girl who thro' the mazea of the Present works her way. And stands. In her integrity, the Woman f Today. Upon the worWs great stage sho playa rote many and diverse; But tho' she may in politics her pretty bead immerse, Or seek the pulpit or the bar, still sbine the sacred ray Of love around the hearthstone of the Woman of Today. No pent np Utica confines her powers. Tbo' prejudice Still prowls about her path, no work that'a worthy comes amise; She may not vote, but bailo is f all obedient to her sway; The conscience of the country'g in the Woman of Today. She has her faults. Spots big and black the sun's bright face do blui-, But who could live without its light, or with it lacking her? Against lier follies and her fads let other folia inveigb, I celébrate the virtues of the Woman of Today.