So many, so many, along life's way,
Wear thorn-crowns that we may wear roses of
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
Restore it, you virtue and honor enthrone.
With that deep dream of Eden did pleasure
Men were indeed lost, Were they doomed to be
Crowning act of creation, great gift from above,
Least tribute I offer___my holiest love!
__Colfax Burgoyne Harman
Poems Of Sentiment
Colfax Burgoyne Harman
(Valley Falls, Kansas: Harman Publishing. 1905)