To be a woman is a blessed thing,
We hold a power to influence all,
Though mother eve received a dreadful sting,
her gift; pandora's box, the greeks recall.
We gossip and we worry all the time,
seeking the approval and the praise;
yet our real gift is seeing the sublime,
and helping others find the safest ways.
She's not there now, not yet fully furnished,
In things she desires yet most to be,
She has confidence she will be burnished,
And senses, somehow, her divinity.
To be a woman; o, what glad employ!,
sweetness and laughter; love and endless joy.
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