She beckons onward, upward to the light
A figure sacred and refined, sublime
In beauty, grace, and love, each man's delight -
Defying each poor poet's halting rhyme.
She calls the men below to rise above
The earthly sphere, to reach the moving ray
Of beauty, truth, and goodness bound in love
As blinding to men's eyes as light of day.
She leads along that path with words of hope -
Rebuke dispensed with heart of love and grace -
Each step inspires along that weary slope,
The smile of reason chaste upon her face.
Here woman (helpmeet, teacher) shines a star
A taste of glory brought men from afar.
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