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 All toil and care for you a mighty debt, And to the utmost, the full score would pay!

Yes, woman! Though oft-times to thee 'tis given Thy heart-kept hopes, at duty's call, to yield All cheerfully; for God and those that else Were left forlorn and loveless, thine to make The lot of those who nobly much resign; Though thy life's course be like a modest stream That through the vale in grateful coolness winds, And hidden half, with tree and bush o'erhung, Freshness exhales e'en when itself unseen; Though Providence, or thine own choice, deny The household throne and dear connubial bliss, Yet beautiful and blest thy life may be; Rich in self-culture, and each grace and charm Of mind, or manners, loveliest in all eyes; And filled with deeds that the recording pen Shall chronicle in heaven. The world yet teems With griefs and groans; with pierced and bleeding hearts,