Man And Woman
Let woman make herself her own
To give or keep, to live and learn and be
All that not harms distinctive womanhood.
For woman is not undeveloped man,
But diverse: could we make her as the man,
Sweet love were slain: his dearest bond is this,
Not like to like, but like in difference.
Yet in the long years liker must they grow;
The man be more of woman, she of man;
He gain in sweetness and in moral height,
Nor lose the wrestling thews that throw the world;
She mental breadth, nor fail in child-ward care,
Nor lose the childlike in the larger mind;
Till at the last she set herself to man,
Like perfect music unto noble words.
—Alfred Tennyson.
He is the happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.
—Goethe.
One In A Million
Here’s to one in a million,
The dearest, the best;
Like the sun in the heavens,
She outshines the rest!
Don’t frown when I tell you
This toast beats all others,
But here’s one more toast, boys—
A toast to Our Mothers!
—George Cooper.
Alternate Reading: Acts 5:12-16.