MISCELLANEOUS In Passing By Ruth (Contemporary Poet.) Too long have I listened to the voices of men; And I am not wise: And now when I listen for the voice of God- A Contrast By Laura Simmons Across the gloom a shadow flits; I glimpse a sodden face Wherein the years of sin and care, and toil have left their trace. A wanton laugh;-I mark no more, for yonder in the glow One waiteth me-my love! my star! with welcoming, I know. Tender and fine is she, withal so stately sweet and fair My grateful heart thrills thanks to heaven to see her standing there. If this be woman, pure, benign-man's blessed beacon lightThen-Christ! What that poor outcast soul that passed me in the night? Mary and Magdalene By Virginia Cleaver Beacon (In The Coming Nation."') Little sister of the street, Do not hurry by! There's a problem we must meet While your head with shame is bowed, Right forbids that I be proud, Who might have gone your way. Did you find the road too hard, In a world where all is sold Poor the price the world has doled, Little sister of the street, This old wrong must cease! You and I as women meet To give the world release. Dare We Judge? By Paulina Brandreth (In The Survey.'') What do we know of life, We, who are housed and fed, What do we know of strife Have we dwelt in the slime Have we walked with the crime Oh, have we ever known Or have we ever raced And won, and lost again? And then with failure faced The cruelty of men? We have not lived these things, Our bread and wine is sweet; We do not know what causes bring The woman to the street. Yet, she who wounds her soul Is better far than we, Aye, better far than we, |