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Lyrics of Love and Laughter 

The women of a race should be its pride;
We glory in the strength our mothers had,
We glory that this strength was not denied
To labor bravely, nobly, and be glad.

God give to these within this temple here,
Clear vision of the dignity of toil,
That virtue in them may its blossoms rear
Unspotted, fragrant, from the lowly soil.

God bless the givers for their noble deed,
Shine on them with the mercy of Thy face,
Who come with open hearts to help and speed 
The striving women of a struggling race.

A ROADWAY.

Let those who will stride on their barren
roads
And prick themselves to haste with self-made 
goads,
Unheeding, as they struggle day by day,
If flowers be sweet or skies be blue or gray:
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