The world has had more than one Savior of men.
So many, so many, along life's way,
Wear thorn-crowns that we may wear roses of May,
Bear sorrow that we the more pleasure may gain.
Ah, Women, what height can we hope to attain
To rise to thy equal? How can we repay
What freely thou givest unto us each day,
To drive out earth's sorrow... to banish its bane?
Withdraw thy sweet influence, the world is all sin,
Restore it, you virtue and honor enthrone.
With that deep dream of Eden did pleasure begin.
Men were indeed lost, Were they doomed to be lone.
Crowning act of creation, great gift from above,
Least tribute I offer... my holiest love!
