Part 2

Great Britain thought we would not fight Or dare to show resistance; They looked to might to make it right With justice at a distance. Woman in the background held, Her soul for wisdom yearning While her loving heart has swelled With a desire for learning.

You shall not vote the men declare, Ye daughters and your mothers. Then go and set a hellish snare To trap their sons and brothers. Because the women do not fight Use the sword or rifle Is relegated out of sight As a useless trifle.

The whiskey ring, her greatest foe Oft blocks her aspirations; It dares not let her vote we know 'Twould send it from the nation. The colleges excluded her; With minds of small dimension, They tho't their lofty teachings were Beyond her comprehension.

The sword of might can't make it right, The woman's pen is stronger. Her tongue and pen will tame their might, They can't hold our much longer. She is keeping steady pace with aspiring brothers, Winning for herself a place Among D. D's and others. Soon her voice will resound In halls of legislation, Then love and justice will abound To purify the nation.

CHRISTMAS

My many friends both large and small A merry Christmas to you all; We met to point, a scene we know, Transpiring many years ago. On the blest morning bright and fair, Glad angels singing in the air; Good will to men this glorious morn We sing to all a saviour born.

With gratefulness the song prolong, And echo back the angels' song; With love to God, good will to men, We gladly sing the song again. Although His advent here on earth It was a meek and lowly birth. His matchless wisdom still will shine Adown the ceaseless years of time.

We celebrate the best we can Kind Heaven's greatest gift to man, In mem'ry of this gift of heaven, These many gifts are to be given. God showed his love to everyone By giving us his only son, Let grateful thoughts our glad hearts move, And celebrate God's precious love.

And let love glow in every heart. A genial radiance impart; Make us a heaven here below, A taste of joy the angels know. There is no fairer scene on earth, Than days that mark our Saviour's birth; The yearly blossoming of love, While through the holidays we move.

Old and new year, met together, One with memories, hope in the other; Reach as we will there sure will come A ray of joy or cloud of gloom. The choice is as we may desire, Can stand on mount or sink in mire; None can look back on passing year Not seeing good if he's sincere.

All years are good in heaven's sight, If we but see them all aright, So keep a watch and do good deeds, Chance will come as time proceeds. Let the old man on nature 'pringe, Open his door on rusty hinge, Look on the trees, the fields and dells Listen to the jingle of sweet sleigh bells.

Behold the rivers, brooks and springs, Mountains and vales till nature sings. Let the dear children skip and play, Enjoy their lives now while they may. Soon they must themselves prepare For sterner things and greater care And when they larger, wiser, grow, Will help the world to move and go.

Were we ourselves in proper tone, So like the wireless telephone; Heavenly music it might bring, While sweet the angel voices sing. The Christmas tree so bright and fair, With many presents hanging there, Loaded with gifts from top to floor, May each on have a gift or more.