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Poems of Power

Chapter 79: WHAT WE NEED
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A sequence of lyric poems and brief meditations that foreground the idea of an inner divine power as the source of success and happiness, exploring faith, hope, grief, love, and the moral life. The pieces move between intimate prayers and domestic scenes, public elegies and civic reflections, and philosophical dialogues about change and progress. Recurring motifs include the efficacy of thought, self-reliance, compassion, and the tension between experience and youthful expectation. Tone shifts from comforting consolation to sober realism, combining exhortation and consolation while urging courage, ethical living, and trust in the human spirit amid personal and social trials.

WHAT WE NEED

What does our country need?  No armies standing
   With sabres gleaming ready for the fight;
Not increased navies, skilful 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 jewelled 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.

Oh! these are they who mould the men of story,
   These mothers, ofttimes shorn of grace and youth,
Who, worn and weary, ask no greater glory
   Than making some young soul the home of truth;
Who sow in hearts all fallow for the sowing
   The seeds of virtue and of scorn for sin,
And, patient, watch the beauteous harvest growing
   And weed out tares which crafty hands cast in;

Women who do not hold the gift of beauty
   As some rare treasure to be bought and sold.
But guard it as a precious aid to duty—
   The outer framing of the inner gold;
Women who, low above their cradles bending,
   Let flattery’s voice go by, and give no heed,
While their pure prayers like incense are ascending
   These are our country’s pride, our country’s need.