ANGELS' SONGS FROM THE GOLDEN CITY OF THE BLESSED
Edythe Morahan-de Lauzon

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O Woman! thy heart has been bowed with
sorrow,
But to thee shall come a glad to-morrow;
For Man, who should be thy protector and
friend,
Has given thee nought but grief without end.
For the frail one who turns from Virtue's
Straight Path,
Man's scorn and derision forever she hath
While he tempts and leads her from God's Path
astray.
Through Sin, and Shame, and Life's Great Sad
Way.
And he boasts with laughter of his conquests
o'er her.
While the World smiles approval and he acts
as he were
A marvellous being great 'neath the sun.
But remember there ruleth a Judge a Great
One !
Who has seen all the tears from each Woman's
sad heart,
And how justice to her Man will rarely impart
But makes her toil hard for a piteous wage,
Or keeps her enslaved in a poor earthly cage.
The Eternal has seen that for Woman are laws
Which seldom to her mete out justice because
Man in his heart counts her of small worth
Woman God's fairest gift to the earth!
The Judge has seen Women whose lives have
been sold,
Bartered and traded by Man for gold!
Yea, the poor White Slaves are remembered on
high
But woe to the Man who has caused them to die !
For his misdeeds few earthly friends would
him shun
To his wealth and position they have bowed,
each one;
But the Door of Eternity will on him close.
For wealth is nought to the Judge who knows.
To the One who rules who ruleth above,
Who pities and cares with undying love,
Each Woman's soul which He sent to the
earth
For to each one He gave His love at her birth!
And Man shall be summoned at Judgment Day,
To atone for the frail ones he led astray
Yea, better for him he had never been born,
For he shall meet nought but Jehovah's scorn!
Shall he stand, then, with laughter at the Judgment
Seat,
As each ruined Woman's soul he will meet?
And each Man shall give strict account that
Day--
For no Man can turn from the Judge away.
Yea, better for him that he ne'er had been born.
Who leads Women's souls to a life forlorn
When the Great Judge shall say with His All
Seeing Eyes,
"Away, thou art cast out of Paradise!
" To be with the fiends of the Evil One
Thou can'st then boast of the deeds thou hast
done!
But even they shall greet thee with jeer and
scorn
Yea, better for thee thou hadst ne'er been born."