WOMAN.
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WOMAN. Woman, Ioiling. toi!ing, ever.

 Heedless of the worlds regard; For thine own, or for Thy negAbcr, What, alas, is thy reward? Toiling day and light incessant, Mid thy household mirlh CT vail; With thy slight frame wsrr and feeble, And thy thin lips pressed and pale; Reckless of thy morning slumher, Soothing grief and soothing want, Blessing childhood, age and manhood - Ever. ever, mnistrant. By the bed of pain and anguish,

 Where mans ste.ner spirit Gua;,s. Watcher with the stars of midnight, Faili. s not when all hope fails; And cen vet still firmly sttins By thy silent, shroutied dead; Kneelng calm. vet low and hopeless. For the shadow OCT thee spread, SAal lI'N dS UdI ucTCiC,

 Though no wreath thy brow entwincs Tho,A h thy name be written, never, On earlh's fair an! gilded lines Art thou not as man heroic.

 T"ilng though in solitude, With thy meek heart asking nothing, RtlI aNnroval nF ina u,oI5 Art thou rot as man icraic,

 Bending not 'reath plu.ned crest; Dost thou not thy country honor, With 40 star upon thy breast , Toil'st thou not, like him. as nobly. Binding wounds his sternnrss made; Drying oft ;he tear that would not In the brimmed fount be slayed! Though Ihv spiri,'s faith be sinking, For the harsh and bitter word; Yet thou fo!iowest the sickle, Csfrful l,r thy cherished lord. Hast thou not the need of labor,

  Though thou fcllesi no, the forest, For the palaces of Kings. Though thou bea,es, not the anvil. Though thou breakest n"t the clod; Noble the reward thou earnest- Love 0: man, and love of God. Though thou op'nest not the lurrsw, Thnugh thou sl;ewest not the srtd, Though thou hindest nni the harvest, Thine is toil the Wet Id stall heed. Though the herd thou never ldest - Ten1es, not the clustering vine, Still amid the shout of "LatOr,'' Ask mol what reward is ihne. While amid the prid. of "lsber," Cl"ry. glory. is it's cry; Ask not if My toil is wasted.

 Or forgotten thou shalt die. Smil.,g brighter, clasp thy infant Leaning lrus'ul on thy breast; Hold thy patience with the aged, Till he r.ach his !iEai rest. Press :hy lip. lest thy complaining Be by others il!,advised, Thy inhrlni.ies torge''ing-

 His. not thine are g, ,mpa,hized. Bend uawearying OCT fond childhood, Smiie amid its waywardnesa, Bear with errins youth in kindness. Bless him who once vowed to bless. Up, among the weary wo>worn, In the lonely tear:ul home, Fiad thy duty and thy pleasure,

 Thy reward snail surely come.