So tender and so fragile is her form, Unique as crystal bells that sweetly chime, Called crown of all creation's gift—the norm... Adam beheld her and believed a dream sublime...
Her movements light, her smile—a radiant glow, That beckons to the mysteries unknown. She loves the sunset's warmth, loves morning's show, And freely spreads her tenderness and care full-grown...
She knows not stinginess, will not delay To labor hard, that others might be fed. Kind words enough to brighten any day, To clothe the poor, to give them drink and bread...
And when calamity comes fierce and fell, When none remain to shield or give her aid— She bears it all, and hastens where the spell Of suffering is deepest, light will fade...
What source of strength dwells in her fragile frame? Where flows that passion's ever-burning fire? And who has kindled hope and faith's great flame, So down through ages they lift us higher?
The Creator placed His love within her heart; His purpose runs both mighty and sublime— For Eve means Life, and that's the greater part, Why women first are toasted, every time.
How many sought the secret to discern Of happiness bestowed to those paired right! But women need but this—that we should learn: Accept them as heaven's gift—love and be loved bright!
