A Maiden's Warfare

by: Carol A. DeLadurantey

Press on to heights of glory now,

And keep thou steady eye.

One must not falter in this fight,

Though some may flee or fly.

Take hold the charge thou hast been given,
To battle we must go.

But not with our own maiden hands

Do we take up shield or bow.

We wage this war in words and actions,

With our every deed. We follow Christ our captain,

Thro' him we will suceed.

Tell me now have we forgot

The charge from God above

To keep our hearts in purity, grace,

Modesty, truth and love.

Those are our weapons, our shields, our swords;

In this battle we now fight. We strive not for an earthly king,

But for our God of truth and might!

Submitted by: Victoria S.

Kind At Home

I read this at one of our Mothers and Maidens gatherings!
We should all strive to be kind at home!

Kind At Home

I'd like for folks to say of me,

No matter where I roam,

"That child is nice and gentle-but

She's sweeter far at home.

"Her temper never does she lose,

She's patient as can be;

She always strives to spread content,

Among the family.

"She always tidies up her room;

And like a gentle maid,

She strives in countless little ways,

To be of some real aid.

"She welcomes, with a friendly smile,

The neighbors as they come;

She's quite a nice girl anywhere-

But sweeter far at home."

Author Unknown

Krista V.

Lest We Forget.

A poem for mothers

Sarah C read this at a Mother/Daughter Tea.

She came tonight as I sat alone, the girl I used to be...

And she gazed at me with her ernest eye

And questioned reproachfuly;

Have you forgotten the many plans

And hopes that I had for you?

The greater career, the splendid fame

All the wonderful things to do?

Where is the mansion of stately height

With all its gardens rare?

The silken robes that I dreamed for you

And the jewels in your hair?

And as she spoke, I was very sad

For I wanted her pleased with me...

This slendor girl from the shadowy past

The girl I used to be.

So gently rising, I took her hand,

And guided her up the stair

Where peacefully sleeping,

My babies lay

Innocent, sweet and fair.

And told her that these are

my only gems,

And precious they are to me;

That silken robe is my motherhood

of costly simplicity.

And my mansion of statly height is love,

And the only career I know

is serving each day in these

sheltered walls

For the dear ones who come

and go.

And as I spoke to my shadowy guest

She smiled through her tears at me.

and saw that the woman that I am now

Pleased the girl that I used to be.

Author Unknown

What Our Country Needs!

What Our Country Needs





What does our country need? Not armies standing

With sabers gleaming ready for the fight;

Not increased navies, skillful and commanding,

To bound the waters with an iron might;

Not haughty men with glutted purses trying

To purchase souls, and keep the power of place;

Not jeweled dolls with one another vying

For palms of beauty, elegance, and grace.

But we want women, strong of soul, yet lowly

With that rare meekness. Born of gentleness;

Women whose lives are pure and clean and holy,

The women whom all little children bless;

Brave, earnest women, helpful to each other,

With finest scorn for all things low and mean;

Women who hold the names of wife and mother

Far nobler than the title of a Queen.

The author is unknown.

This is a poem that Susanna and I recited at our Mother/Daughter tea.

Krista V