Note 53 — Chapter XX

We touch our caps, and place to night The victor's wreath upon her. The woman who outranks us all In courage and in honor. While others in domestic broils Have proved by word and carriage, That one of the United States Is not the state of marriage, She, caring not for loss of men, Nor for the world's confusion, Hap carried on a civil war And made a "Revolution." True, other women have been brave, When banded or hus-banded, But she has bravely fought her way Alone and single-handed. And think of her unselfish life, Her generous disposition, Who never made a lasting prop Out of a proposition. She might have chose an honored name, and none had scorned or hissed it; Have written Mrs. Jones or Smith, But, strange to say, she Missed it. For fifty years to come may she Grow rich and ripe and mellow, Be quoted even above "par," "Or any other fellow;" And spread the truth from pole to pole, and keep her light a-burning Before she cuts her stick to go To where there's no returning. Because her motto grand hath been The rights of every human And first and last, and right or wrong, She takes the part of woman. "A perfect woman, nobly planned," To aid, not to amuse one: Take her for all in all, we ne'er Shall see the match of Susan.